Cabo San Lucas and La Paz

Every year we travel to Cabo San Lucas for a two week fishing venture for my husband and several luxurious spa treatments for myself.

We own two weeks of timeshare vacationing at the collective Solmar Resorts just north of the Lands' end Arch.

Our first trip was on our honeymoon in 1995, we've returned every year since then. It's always great and now we have most of our families going with us.

We had great weather and fishing this year and made our first trip over to La Paz. It was quite an undertaking. The road was horrible and to add to that it was being worked on, adding new lanes. On the way back we had a torrential downpour that came down at about a rate of an inch an hour. Our car was underwater through many intersections and overheated. As we sat by the side of the road in heavy humidity, being soaked with rain and assaulted by the tiniest little gnats you can imagine we were not very happy. The beach and the food at the end of the road made it all worth while.

During a period of transition from the demanding, unrewarding profession of real estate I became highly addicted to HGTV and all their do it yourself shows and ideas. I first learned about hot glass fusing and artwork during this time. Not being a person who is afraid of new things, I got on E-bay found myself a kiln and some glass appropriate for fusing and jumped right in. If any of you out there are hot glass artists you can probably think of a number of mistakes I made just in that one brief sentence. I knew nothing about COE, ramping, holds or really anything other than I love glass and wanted to just do it. Three years later, after many mistakes, lots of money and several classes and workshops, I am finally beginning to get the hang of it.

The Great Outdoors

We just returned from a wonderful camping weekend at Morro Bay State Park, located on the Central Coast of California. If you are not familiar with this area it is approximately half way between San Francisco and Los Angeles. Very close to Hearst Castle if you are interested in a day trip from the camp grounds.
Our trip included Biking around Morro Bay, kayaking in the back bay and a wonderful fresh fish stew made in our Lodge Logic cast iron cookware over the campfire.
We have a vintage Otto tent trailer, which makes for a nice comfortable sleeping arrangement and an ideal little pull out kitchen.
Delicious!!The weather was gorgeous, as you see.
Our little dogs Tiqi and Tatu joined us for all the activities.
They really enjoy the kayaking and like to jump in for an occasional swim.

Rolling in the angst, not the streets!

I have been in bed for three days, just for no reason other than I didn't feel like I was interested in the bland boring world I occasionally feel surrounded by, my little dogs were very happy to have me there, as we gorged on HGTV.

So today I had an amazing day planned. First a jewelry wrapping glass, then a visit with my daughter and grandchildren and a stop by my best friends yard sale, where he is holding one of those awful (but I have to have it) gigantic plastic palms trees with rope lights for my Baja room.

The truck was loaded with all the days necessities and I jump in, water bottle in hand to discover I can't find my truck key. An almost frantic search incurs.

All the while I am reminding myself to live in the moment, that this isn't bad or good, right or wrong, it just is.

So I decide to let it pass and scramble under my truck bumper to find my hide a key and back I go to start my truck. It starts with it's normal rumble and then abruptly stops. Hmmm! I try again and it justs grinds and grinds.

I call my husband whose truck is parked next to mine, while he's off on a fishing trip up the coast, I inquire as to the whereabouts to his key. Oops; it's in his pocket and his spare is at the office. I explain my dilemma and he apologizes, quickly offering to return home. Considering this would take him over two hours and ruin his day I say no and ask for suggestions. He asks if my fuel light is on and could I be out of gas. Of course not is my reply, there is gas in my truck. I do not drive my truck to the point of running out of gas I explain calmly, but pointedly.
I try a few more times, it starts, then dies, starts then dies.

I give in and accept it is the greater plan that I stay home another day, I make my calls explaining my upcoming absences to all concerned. Fully believing I have been spared some life crushing accident or other horror.

At that moment I reach into my pocket for whatever reason, low and behold my truck key!

My husband comes home with five gallons of fuel, puts it in the truck and it starts right away, just purring like a happy little kitten with a big fat bowl of cream.

Now I am more convinced than ever that certain tragedy must have been lurking.

My autosenser indicated I had 117 miles left on the tank, at 13 mpg that meant I had a total of 9 gallons after the five rescue gallons meaning four gallons were in the truck already.

Seems my beloved truck being parked on the downhill slope of my driveway while I lay in angst for three days, sucked the gas back into it's deeper bowels and needed replenishing before it wanted to resume it's job.

I am sure there is a moral here somewhere.