Day at Camp Pendleton

Back in August, I was invited, because of my role in the Navy League, to participate in a “J Wayne Day” at Camp Pendleton. Marine units will occasionally invite spouses and family members of Marines to experience a little bit of what their Marine does, in a pretty safe, sanitized way. They used to be called “John Wayne Days,” befitting for how the Hollywood actor “was” a Marine. Today, with many more women marines, with male spouses or otherwise, it’s now a more neutral “J Wayne Day.”

This is a slightly more personal video than what I have on our Navy League site, with a few photos of me added.
It is a bit of behind-the-scenes at Camp Pendleton, which houses 40,000+ Marines and their families. Hope you find it of interest. Seven minutes long.

 

Moonrise in the desert

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This past weekend, I went to a board meeting and planning retreat of the Anza-Borrego Foundation. It was the first time I spent the night in Borrego Springs and the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. I hoped to take advantage of the “dark sky” available there, in which one can see the Milky Way. Luck would have it that the evening featured a full moon, which pretty much obliterated the possibility of dark sky, but offered its own visual reward.

The photo above is a view to the east from Font’s Point, a promontory in the Park about four miles off-highway that overlooks the Borrego Badlands. Several attendees went there to enjoy some food, Stone beer (Stone supplies the foundation with beer), and the moonrise. This terrain helps explain why it took so long for San Diego to be settled. No wagon train, trying to traverse these badlands, was going to get to it.

The point is named after Padre Font, the missionary who accompanied Juan Batista de Anza, the Spanish explorer who led the expedition that “discovered” the area in 1775-6. Anza provided one part of the name for the state park. Borrego is the Spanish word for lamb, as Anza-Borrego Desert State Park has one of the largest concentrations of Bighorn Sheep in the country. .

Here are some other photos from Font’s Point. (Click on photos individually. This gallery feature doesn’t work well and I need to find a replacement. 🙁 )

Hot times in the desert. Sexist fee structure.
Hot times in the desert. Sexist fee structure.

I stayed overnight at the Steele-Burnand Anza-Borrego Desert Research Center, run by UC Irvine in partnership with the Park and Foundation, which was also the site of the board and planning meeting. The facility is a renovation and expansion of a mid-20th century clubhouse. As you can see at right, it once was the “Desert Club” (not the most creative moniker) and provided live music for a buck or less. (Wonder what the drinks cost.) Considering that I joined colleagues for dinner Saturday night at a Borrego Springs resort that closed at 9 pm (Saturday night!), the Desert Club both was a different time and was from a different time.

One of the great features of the Desert Club retained in the renovation (to the applause of most) is the sunken, curved vinyl bar in the main room.

Sunken curved bar.
Sunken curved bar.
Likely the original register
Likely the original register

Preserved also was what might well be the original cash register.

 

 

 

The living quarters at the research center are on the spare end of the spectrum, but are comfortable. There are four units provided for researchers and dorm-like facilities for grad students.

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Researcher units wing

My room, named the Palo Verde (one of my favorite desert plants), had a double bed and a single bed, no television or other media, and a drought-sensitive shower (not effusive). The industrial strength air-conditioning, set at 80, was “active” throughout the night.

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Here is a more general shot of the research center grounds.

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Hope to get out to the desert again soon for an over-night, next time with a less brilliant moon, so I can see the stars.

 

“I see my pretty Alice . . .”

Addy_AliceGranddaughter Alice was born July 13. She and mom Meredith are fine, father Winter and sister Adeline are happy.

I visited the Andersons in Rye, N.H., two weeks after the birth, combining that with an extended weekend in Rehoboth Beach, Del., with BC classmates (previous post).

The title of this post is part of the lyrics from a Little Feat song, Willin’. I did see my pretty Alice, though she was zonked pretty much in the initial visit.

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At the dentist.
At the dentist.

Meredith, Adeline, and I enjoyed lobster rolls at Petey’s in Rye and burgers at Rusty Hammer in Portsmouth at lunches during my visit. Alice came along, too, of course, but Winter was working. I also joined them on a visit to the dentist for Adeline’s appointment.

Adeline spent a lot of her time playing with my iPad. I told her my PIN the first day, and she remembered it thereafter(!). Among the things she did was take Photo Booth selfies.

As usual, I put a few hundred miles on rental cars, traveling through a lot of Greater Boston and southern New Hampshire. I stayed at Chez Kenah, and there are no hosts more welcoming than Marcy and Larry. Visited Karen and Richard Sullivan in Mashpee, also wonderful hosts, and saw sister Ann in Woods Hole. She came over from Martha’s Vineyard to join me for lunch. My last night was at Ed Hattauer’s place in Arlington, and Ed was kind enough to drive me to  Logan for a 7 a.m. flight, August 6.

On my trip from Rye to Mashpee on August 4, I had a toxic dose of Greater Boston driving. My GPS put me on Rte. 1 in Danvers, heading south, which I hope was for traffic reasons. It may, however, have been an early sign of Garmin dementia. A strong set of thunderstorm cells hit the area, causing a lot of damage and consternation. Take Boston roadways and traffic, add lightning and rain. My GPS lost satellite connection many times and, it seemed, reason because of lightning. It would give me an instruction, lose connection, and then reconnect two instructions back.

I drove through Chelsea, the Ted Williams Tunnel, Southie, residential streets in Quincy, and downtown Quincy on my way to Rte. 3 and the Cape. I knew the way, but had hoped the GPS would save me time in terms of traffic. Some of the time it did, but . . . . Took me four hours.

I had a wonderful 10 days back East. Saw family and friends, though missed many friends I would have liked to have seen. As always, hope to have them join me on this coast sometime soon.

Welcome, Alice!

At the beach

I had planned to visit New England to see new granddaughter Alice (separate post to come), so the invitation from Pat and Tom Sugrue to join the Sutherland Road gang of BC classmates (of which I am an auxiliary member) for an extended weekend at their house in Rehoboth Beach was fortuitous indeed. It made for a delightful combination of experiences.

Dinner on the beach. To the left of me: Larry Kenah, Shelia Downey, Dan Downey, Pat Sugrue. To the right of me: Marcy Kenah, Ken Hamberg, Debbie Hamberg, Tom Sugrue.
Dinner on the bay. To the left of me: Larry Kenah, Shelia Downey, Dan Downey, Pat Sugrue. To the right of me: Marcy Kenah, Ken Hamberg, Debbie Hamberg, Tom Sugrue. Unable to attend was Ed Hattauer.

VjMLUbgq4jhGHHZ1v2QXfBLqV4Uhwh4a04ODxQtDTJEThe weekend featured wonderful company and food, beer and beach. Larry, Marcy, and I stayed in the “annex,” the nearby condo previously owned by Pat and Tom and now owned by his sister and her husband. We didn’t spend a lot of awake time there, but the setting (above right) was most pleasant.

First on the agenda was beer. We toured and tasted at the Dogfish Head brewery in nearby Milton, Del. Among other things, we learned the origin of the name of the brewery. When the founder received the blessing from his father to put aside the English degree and pursue brewing, they were walking on Dogfish Head in Maine.

Before going on a nature tour on the Lewes and Rehoboth Canal, we spent a little time touring Lewes, Del., site of the first European settlement in Delaware and originally Dutch.  A small town, with about 3,000 residents, it’s big in history. Here are a few photos from Lewes.

The canal tour took us past Cape Henlopen State Park and into Rehoboth Bay. Many views of birds and nice houses.

Some time was actually spent at the beach, and on the famous Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk. One visit was to see the sand castle competition.

Thanks to Pat and Tom for being such wonderful hosts, and to the Sutherland Road gang (and spouses) for continuing to welcome this interloper.

At the zoo

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As mentioned in the previous post, cousin Kathy and I went to the San Diego Zoo during her visit. Below is a gallery of pics from that tour. It’s hard not to get some great shots, considering the variety of animals and one’s access to them at the zoo.

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One of the several required photos -- at La Jolla.
One of the several required photos — at La Jolla.

Cousin Kathy (Dunne Gagne McManamy), from Springfield and now Plum Island, joined me for several days this week and it was a wonderful pleasure to spend time with her and show her some of the sights in sunny San Diego.

She had time to avoid my patented San-Diego-County-in-A-Day Tour, which can be difficult for all but the most hearty. Then again, she saw much more, as we expanded the range of possibilities in three days of serious touring.

Here’s an album of photos from Day One of her visit, which started in La Jolla.

Day Two was spent at the San Diego Zoo and Balboa Park. There will be another gallery of zoo pics. These include Kathy.

Day Three, to Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, Borrego Springs, Salton Sea, and Julian.

 

Avocado Day!

Some blues on Main Street
Some blues on Main Street

Spent the morning at Fallbrook’s Avocado Festival. This year was the 29th annual and it is the biggest event of the year in town, attracting enough folks — around 80,000 — to more than double the population.

Very nice weather. Duh. Here are some pics.

 

An appreciation of brevity and subtlety

A Desert Star (l) and Wild Heliotrope
A Desert Star (l) and Wild Heliotrope

I joined some folks Wednesday morning for a two-hour walk in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park. We were there to see something that had not been in the desert for a number of years and that would soon be gone — wildflowers. It was a lesson in how briefly some things in nature can be around and in the value of the difference beauty can make in small amounts and often subtle ways.

The day was unusual weatherwise — cloudy and relatively cool (75-80). Great weather for a walk in the desert, and the morning clouds made for a beautiful introduction to Borrego Valley.

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The walk was in Little Surprise Canyon, a quite easy and short hike. But we took our time as our guide would stop and point out different flora. At the risk of brevity (something I don’t usually suffer from), here is a gallery of photos of some of the flowers and other vegetation. (Click thumbnails to enlarge. Identification of plants was aided by friends at Anza Borrego Foundation, but any errors are mine alone [and I know nothing about desert plants].)

According to our guide, the Little Surprise Canyon has the name because it keeps on going, surprisingly long.

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Of course, wildflowers are throughout the desert, thanks to a fortunate combination of longer daylight and rain. Some of the more “verdant” spots I saw were on the ride back up the mountains that form a western border to the valley.

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Those of you who’ve been to the desert, at least with me, have seen much more muted colors than even these. This is pretty spectacular in desert terms.

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Much of the vegetation will succumb to lack of moisture and heat. Many of them are sprouting now from seeds dropped by ancestors years ago in their brief time abloom. In the usual way nature works, however, they also supply food for other life forms, including the very numerous sphinx moth caterpillars.

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These guys — voracious and tireless — can wipe out wide areas of plants quickly.

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And, as we say farewell to Borrego Valley (I always remember how many of the old Disney nature films would conclude :)), a parting view.

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Downtown stroll

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US Naval Institute sponsored a members event last night, coinciding with a three-day conference for military tech types. It was held at a place with the awesome view above. More about that follows, but first I took a stroll. After browsing the conference’s exhibits, I had some time before the USNI event so I decided to walk through a little of downtown San Diego — the Gaslight Quarter (called historic, but seems more nuevo tourista), Petco Park neighborhood, and the new county library (remember, I have librarians among family and friends).

Here’s San Diego’s ball field.

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Actually, as I’m sure you have surmised, this is not the home of the Padres. This is a kids’ field in Park in the Park, which is a three-acre open area beyond the bleachers of Petco Park, which is accessible each day, though you need a ticket if it’s game time. Here’s Petco Park. (Petco is based in San Diego, FYI.)

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Not quite the green swath, but they’re working on it. It is February, after all.

The library is just a block from Petco Park. This is a relatively new central library, opening in September 2013.  In the tradition of cash-strapped California, no expense spared! $185 million, and it looks it. It’s like San Diego’s version of London’s pickle, on a reduced scale.

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For those interested, such as the aforementioned librarians, here’s a gallery of images from the library.

The USNI event was at “The Ultimate Skybox,” a unit on the 15th (top) floor of the “Dreamview Tower.” Nothing like overstatement, but it is nice, and this view is worthy of another look.

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At lower right in the picture above is Petco Park and in the distance is the Coronado Bay Bridge. Temps were still in the 70s by sundown so it was very comfortable outside. Below is a more direct view of Petco Park, with Coronado and Naval Air Station North Island on the other side of the harbor and Point Loma in the distance at upper right. Thanks, sun, for making a nice sky.

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A slightly more northerly view below. I took some panorama shots as well, but haven’t figured out yet how to retrieve them.

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Very pleasant evening. Met some new people, including Christine (last name forgotten), who is lead veterinarian for the Navy’s marine mammal program out on Point Loma. She went to Tufts, of course, and we reminisced about snow. Well, actually, we talked about how much both of us did not miss it. She indicated interest in speaking before the Navy League (and perhaps the BC alumni chapter) about the marine mammal program.

And seeing Petco Park close up convinced me to consider going to a few games this season. The Padres are reportedly considered to be more competitive this season with some recent trades and acquisitions, and there is a Stone Brewery outpost right in the Park in the Park.

Torrey Pines wrapup

The weekend at Torrey Pines was very nice and the tournament, for me, went well. By well, I mean the fog was generally light when it came and I was able to get home in the daytime.

Below are some screen captures, in this case photos of my TV screen. Still trying to figure out how to move what’s on my DVR to my computer. Anybody done that?

Jason Day, eventual winner of the tournament, tees off Sunday on the 11th, my hole. The vertical red line marks my location. I spent the day on the right side of the green.

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Day, following his putt for a par, with me at left.

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TW_me_2013In 2013, the first year I worked at the tournament, I also was at 11 on the weekend, also on the right side of the green. Got to watch Tiger make a great shot out of the trap. I have a wide-brimmed hat on in this pic, kneeling behind him, as he picked up his par.

 

 

 

Here’s an overhead of Torrey Pines, showing both courses, North and South. The vertical red lines show my locations — upper left on 11 North and lower right on 11 South.

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Similar view is obscured below, as is occasional and typical this time of year.

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On Wednesday, during the pro-am, I was able to get a picture of Phil Mickelson. He’s on the 18th with his caddy.

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The LPGA tournament is March 25-29, so look for more, and better-looking, pics late next month.