San Diego. One of my several homelands. My mom came here when I was three and we left when I was seven. Delightful years once I was six and roaming on my own with a bicycle and Balboa Park three blocks away. The canyons and park were my wild kingdoms to explore and conquer. The zoo and museums were my familiar neighborhood. On my return sixty years hence I find the museums to be the only remains. Bits of the Zoo survive, but not much more than some reptile cages and pitiful big cat enclosures.
I near departure for a tour of the West. All winter I've been scooting around so Cal and AZ while I worked through some medical details at the VA and got the truck motor rebuilt in Tucson while I attended an ARAMCO Brat reunion there. Meanwhile in San Diego I was having the wr250r motorcycle prepped as an adventure tourer. All is ready and I just have to pack up and go.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
I'm back and starting a new chapter in my travels. Since I last posted 3 years ago a lot of the same stuff has been happening. I'm not going to pick this up from where I left off but I will write some stories about what I've done during this time. 3 weeks ago I drove the pickup back to NM to drop off some stuff and sold my 91 LeBaron. I needed to get my motor rebuilt and some other deferred maintainance and upgrades done. I then rode my wr250r motorcycle back to San Diego to go to some VA spots. I left the bike there for some upgrades aka "farkles" while I flew back to Tucson to attend an ARAMCO Brat reunion at the Westin La Paloma resort. There were 750 of us there ready to party. What fun to see friends from jr high and meet Facebook friends for the first time.