We decided that would take a short drive north with our camera’s. What vehicle? We’d take Grumpy as he needed gas. First to Costco. They have the cheapest gas at $2.39 a gallon. The one near us was just getting their gas. George didn’t want to buy the churned up, dirty gas. We moved on to the next nearest Costco in the Valley then to the Southeast San Diego store. They were all just getting their gas deliveries too.
He found out that the next nearest Costco that sold gas was in Chula Vista….far, far, to the south near the border with Mexico. So to Chula Vista we drove, and we were really grateful that they weren’t getting a gas delivery when we arrived. Then after lunch…we kept going south. I hadn’t been to the Tijuana Sloughs since my friend Jo died.
I hadn’t expected to find the peaceful Tijuana Sloughs of my memory. Instead we found a hard topped barrier and signs. The beach was open, but the sloughs were closed for dune restoration and had become a National Wildlife Refuge. How pleased Jo and Mike and all the other’s would be about this.
Originally, The Town folks here were going to dredge a channel from the mouth of the sloughs to the end of the sloughs and install a marina. Our friend Mike began single-handedly trying to stop this little city. Along the way he recruited an army of helpers among them Paul and Jo and I. Today the north end of the slough is the Refuge, and the south end is Border Field State Park. Who would have thought it this could be saved when we started.
Then down the strand and across the bridge to home
bringing new memories with us.