Quiet, Please!

I've been living in San Diego for almost 6 years, sheltered in a sweet little beach community by the name of Ocean Beach (OB) - my Pot O'Gold at the end of Interstate 8 West. In all the time I lived there, the only disturbances were the usual noises heard in any neighborhood. Ben, Lola and I have been living in Tater now for about five months. In the past few weeks in particular, the noise of San Diego has grown more and more apparent to me. It seems no matter where we go (with the exception of Ocean Beach, of course), the sound most audible is the sound of Interstate 8. I am beginning to wonder how anyone can stand to live in this noisy city.

PART I: The Drive to Anza Borrego Desert State Park

Earlier this week, Tater and the pack went camping in Anza Borrego Desert State Park, in eastern San Diego County. Due to the large volume of photos, I am posting them in 5 Parts. The photos you see here were taken on the drive to the desert... We took the scenic Routes 78, 79, and S-22, winding up and down the mountains. The road was treacherous at times, but Tater handled it well. The photo of Tater was taken from a lookout point on the S-22, where on a clear day you can see across the desert all the way to the Salton Sea.

Lake Murray

About a week ago, we spent the day at Lake Murray... just east of San Diego. Here are some pics...

Our First Trip... Julian, CA

On November 3rd, we took our first camping trip to Julian, CA, a tiny town in the mountains, about 60 miles northeast of San Diego. Many of the trees in the area were burned in the fires of 2003. Needless to say, NO CAMPFIRES ALLOWED at these campgrounds! Here are some pics...