Himself: He came home to announce that he actually got everything written while out on the road. The new program isn’t online, it’s in his computer. His working time is cut to a fraction of what it was, and he can upload pictures of his wrecks at the same time. This morning, more wrecks….so we think he must be employed.
Herself: with the quilt blog too: An errand kind of day that ended up broken by a little serendipity. Despite my wanderings, I still got laundry and groceries done plus a little reading.
My Babylonian Captivity: Chapter November 15 through November 22: Do stop in and read Tugster's experience as a human shield. He writes that, “ i was captured in kuwait (where i was teaching in the kuwaiti air force)….”
No, that’s not it. Let’s try this again. I’m free in Southern California because I drive. Ah, reality. So I got out there on the roads yesterday morning. I find I’m more comfortable when I have a goal, but the alleys of OB were trash free this day. Why alleys? I can easily make left turns from a blind stop onto a busy street. Since the alleys offered tame stuff this day, I headed up the point to the Cabrillo/Point Loma Lighthouse. (The park service link to lighthouse history.)
I’m the owner of a one-time purchase, US Park Service senior pass. As I passed by the fee booth, the ranger mentioned that the tower of the light house was open this day.
I immediately turned around, went home to get my camera, ate lunch, and folded laundry before I headed back up. Lenora didn’t want to go….her old dog is really hurting.
The Light House Service of 1855, built these Cape Cod style lighthouses up and down the state. Lacking foresight, they placed the lighthouse on the top of San Diego’s largest promontory….where fogs sock the top in many days of the year. For 35 years the light shown not out over the ocean but out into the fog. In 1891. the light keeper boarded up the lighthouse and moved down the hill to the new lighthouse.
I did fine until I reached this ladder. Switching my packpack around to the front helped., but what I really needed was a lift for my right leg. The tower is iron, and the cap on the tower is copper. The lens is a third order Fresnel lens.
A submarine comes in with its crew emerging on deck, and a submarine moves on out…first with a tug then increasing its speed.
Here a view of the Point and Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery off in the distance. Ocean on one side and bay on the other, it’s a dramatic panorama rarely equaled.
I caught a quick glimpse of the volunteers as I left shooting into the light.