On and Off the Water

One of the Dole Banana ships in port. Each year, half a million tons of fruit enter the Port of San Diego. My observation is that one ship a week leaves for the trip back to Central America - each Tuesday evening.

Heading back into the Naval Base.

On the Cabrillo, the ferry between Coronado and San Diego.

The U.S.S. Midway - now a museum.

The Santa Fe passenger depot downtown.

Looking up.

The U.S.S. Makin Island coming into port.

A Foggy Day by the Bay

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg

A recent foggy morning settled thickly on San Diego Bay.

Though a few hardy souls didn't seem to mind.

"Any fish bite you got good bait"

Waiting on a sunny day.

The Coronado Bridge is there somewhere.

San Diego Bay From Coronado Island

The Coronado Bridge, looking South.

They call San Diego America's Best City. Hard to disagree with that assessment from my perspective. Beautiful weather, the Bay, the Ocean, the food. If the Chargers and the Padres got better, who knows - it just might be heaven. I first came to Coronado many years ago and have loved it ever since. I never tire of the view of downtown across the bay.

Lots of sailboats were out on Saturday afternoon.

Making the turn around a buoy.

Not true blue here, but I like the effect.

Sailing away.

The ferry from Coronado to downtown.

Cabot's Old Indian Pueblo

There are plenty of strange and bizarre things in the California desert. I've lived here for nearly six years and have only scratched its surface.

Cabot's Pueblo Museum is certainly one of them.

It is the work of one rugged and undoubtedly eccentric individual - Cabot Yerxa, who built it, piece by piece, over a period of years in the town of Desert Hot Springs.

Today the property is a museum.

It is protected by great spirits.

The museum's website states: "In 1939 Cabot began the construction of a dream. It was his intention to build a monument to the Indian people he so admired. Without modern equipment he began the construction of what he came to call Cabot's Old Indian Pueblo. With only a pick and a shovel he carved the first room out of the hillside. It was little more than a cave to protect him as he continued with the rambling structure, sans blueprints.

Every portion of the overwhelming building incorporated the Indian's philosophy of life. Since the Indians believe that symmetry retains evil spirits, nothing is symmetrical in the Pueblo. Doorways and floors slant, walls are slightly uneven, and the window form a puzzle of multi-shaped glass. The walls, measuring nine to ten feet in some places were designed to ensure warmth in winter and maintain cool temperatures during the summer months."

It is certainly well worth a visit.

Walking the grounds, one must suspend belief at times.

Looking back at Mr. Yerxa's view of Mt. San Jacinto.