Our second day of touring took us through the Scenic Marine Drive,
also known as Dallas Road, eventually turning into Beach Drive.
We decided that we could share the road with other motorists.
I sort of liked sharing the highway with the wealthy ocean beach property owners.
I sort of liked sharing the highway with the wealthy ocean beach property owners.
As I rounded the first bend...I could no longer find my partner.
He was gone...
So, I decided I needed to capture these photos.
I was totally oblivious to his plans...I just saw these ocean shore lines and board walks which fascinated me.
Rounding yet another corner...gearing down and cycling up, yet another hill.
I'll admit...I walked up some hills.
But that just rationalized my need for making frequent stops.
I'll admit...I walked up some hills.
But that just rationalized my need for making frequent stops.
Obviously, there is a difference in cycling with someone who's hard core and determined
or cycling with someone who's mesmerized by the photo opportunities.
Finally I found myself by a yacht club...thinking about trading in our business for a yacht.
It didn't take long and I was dreaming about
sailing off into the warm Pacific waters and never returning, or at least for a day.
Finally I perched myself on a rock, found a Starbucks, and reviewed my map.
Did he have the map? No..Who carried the backpack? Me!
Then I decided to TEXT him...wondering if he was even concerned about me.
He found his beach front property.
I think he had been waiting here quite a while...
He gave me a squeamish look.
He said....
"I can't go any further, my battery is dead."
I smiled...thinking how he could of well preserved the battery more efficiently.
While I walked up the hills, his battery used up it's energy.
I think he had been waiting here quite a while...
He gave me a squeamish look.
He said....
"I can't go any further, my battery is dead."
I smiled...thinking how he could of well preserved the battery more efficiently.
While I walked up the hills, his battery used up it's energy.
When we finally caught up with each other and we enjoyed lunch at Smuggler's Cove,
had some good laughs, as we boarded the bus again with the right change this time.
Two Dreamers, riding side by side.....after 38 years.