I arrived in San Diego on April 27, 1993.
I hung out at the beaches. A lot. Daily. Sunrise to sunset.
However, it took me several months before I decided definitively that I would make San Diego my home.
It was Saturday, September 11, 1993. I arrived at the beach early that morning, went swimming and sailing with friends for about an hour when someone suggested that we go skiing. Well, we didn’t have any ski boats with us, so I figured someone was going to go home and get the ski boat and bring it back. Sounded pretty good to me!
When you’re going snow skiing, there are no ski boats involved! Yes, we were going snow skiing! 120 miles away!
School had started so we expected to have the freeways and Mt. Baldy to ourselves.
After spending the afternoon snow skiing, I decided that San Diego and Southern California would be my permanent home….
….sunshine, beaches, new friends, new life, Los Angeles just two hours away, snow skiing just two hours away, and the boondocks….
One would think that with 15 million or so people in Southern California, the boondocks would be extinct. Not so!
Occasionally I get to go deep into the boondocks to do a home inspection for someone buying out there. It is fun to get out of the city sometimes.
Here are a few pictures from a trip to the boondocks last week for a home inspection:
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