La Jolla Cove
The weather in Los Angeles had been unusually cold this winter so we decided to venture as far south as we could for spring break. With the drug cartels and everything, Mexico wasn't an option for people who valued their lives. So we drove down to San Diego for the weekend and made a pit stop at La Jolla Cove.
So we wandered along the coast overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
It was the same day that the tsunami waves from the earthquake in Japan was projected to hit the Southern California coast. Thankfully we made it out of there alive.
Some brave soul tried their hand at surfing on this particular day.
Some other brave soul stood on the cliffs to fish. It was reminiscent of The Old Man and the Sea, except he reeled in a big heaping pile of seaweed.
The weather was mildly sunny with a slight breeze - perfect for a stroll along the beach, not warm enough to dip into the water (
which was freezing cold, by the way
).
But we stared longingly at the ocean, hoping for the coming of summer weather in Southern California.
The End.
