Back in the day me and my teenage buddies would head down to Tijuana, Mexico to party since none of the bars requested to see ID like they did in the People’s Republic of California. One drunken night I recall that we must have run over a Mexican weatherman. He stood up, shook his fist, and yelled “sunny beaches!”.

Okay, that’s all true except the part about the weatherman. I have no idea what that poor bastard did for a living.

Anyway, I have been spending a lot of time these past couple of days on the beach. The ones with sand, just to be clear about it. I used the occasion of my beach walks to capture a photo of the three floating bars anchored offshore of the Barretto and Baloy beaches. Sad news about town is that the city has declined to re-issue operating permits so this will be the end of an era. Or maybe someone will bribe the right person and life will go on as usual. We’ll see.

Today I joined up with the Wednesday Walkers for a 15K hike along the beach to and on the old Navy base. I’d actually just did that walk on my own last week, although this time it was quite a bit longer.

As it turned out just as we were approaching the gate a couple of Hashers passing by in their private vehicles offered us a lift. We gladly accepted and soon found ourselves enjoying cold beers at Cheap Charlies. A well-earned reward!

Oh, and Heidi was there. She’s not even pretending to be friendly these days. What a beach!