Vaya Con Dios, Ocean Beach!

I was up early this morning. First, listening to the fog horns from way in the distance around the point from Ocean Beach. Then, came the crows. Then, the green parrots. Yes, flocks of parrots that fly over every morning and every evening. More raucous than the crows or jaybirds or seagulls all put together. It took me two days to figure out it wasn't someone pushing a very, loud and a very, squeaky cart down the alley. Now, the planes are flying overhead and the traffic will soon begin to hum. Sunny, southern Cal is waking up.

Today, though, is moving day for our dog, Nanni, and her humans. We're headed to the one place that recharges my batteries to completely full-up: Valley of Fire. Nanni has handled well all our different houses: beginning with our home in Boise, which was new to her on November 21; the hotel room in Winnemucca; the tent in San Simeon State Park; the house on Benson Street in Cambria; the Howers' home in Santee; and our little bungalow in Ocean Beach. She probably thinks we live on the lam.

Now, she will get to try out the 'little house', our trailer, in Valley of Fire. Based on our other canines feelings, this home will be magical.

So, here is one last look down the little walkway to the door of our Ocean Beach home.

Hang Ten, Ocean Beach and Ms Darlene, Hannah, the Bates Motel and our landlords Steve and Linda, the People's Market and Dog Beach. Peace....  :)