La Mesa Three-Ohh

So Yesterday was Drew's Birthday, the Three-Oh
....finnaly made it. So we are all stoked. To celabrate we gathered at our place and then headed to Gio, a Wine bar in Down Town La Mesa, and yesss there IS a downtown.

There we had a great time. Drew did what he does best.....and as you can see below....i helped..a lot. ha ha

Sandy Eggo....where is it not 17 Degrees

(Me: Point Loma, pier. Just ate some "Squaw Candy" and smoked Ahi with Drew.)

Well, looks like I am back in San Diego.......serious. But this time it is for work.
Looks like it's not so bad. I flew in Thursday, to 80 degree sunny palm tree land of surf and sun, from 17 degree Draper UT of snow and Ice. I had no reason to stay in utah, really. The Snow fort had melted, the air was cold. Not a lot of flying for me either. Plus the people I spend time most with left for France on Thursday also.

So here I am, and loving it. I know why i left, but I also remember why I moved here last February. Serious, you can't beat the fresh fruit and smell of orange blossoms and warm winter. Avocados and fish. miles of warm non-icy bike riding, and not having to sit on the trainer. watching movies. Not that I don't love that.

I am planning on being here most of the month of Feb. That is the plan anyway. Working on a project, going to meetings. Getting things right.




Me at a meeting, hiking into Eagel Peak, to get familiar with the peak and the routes. It was a beautiful. Lovely, warm and fun. Watched the birds thermal and soar, not a cloud in the big beautiful sky. It was a 45 min hike in and a few hours climbing. Then 45 min hike out.....it was a nice hike. Really lovely, the rear of the hike was taken up by a Pug named GUSTAVE and a blind OLD dog names ZIPPY....HA. awesome.

Next meeting will be Corte Madera....Sometime this week.

Chapter 17: Paragliding

I'm still here.....so this is my, in October, trying out wing number 9. I was trying to find a good wing for me to buy. I couldn't afford a new wing. So I was trying all of the used student wings. more and more.....most people dont fly more than 5 wings in their whole flying carear. and by a month and a half. I had tried ten. I even drove all the way tp San Francisco to look at one around haloween. I did find one. and no the one I was expecting.

The Ozone Geo, that was the wing that I wanted. An extra Small.....no one had a used one. I was in San Fran to look at a Hook, and a Golden. not wings I was too intrested in, but begers cant be choosers. . . . and I was broke.

But while I was in SF I met some one who had a XS Geo......cash in hand I bought it. I was a happy girl.



So this is me, in warmer times.....new wing, and new harness.....ready to go out and float on the breeze. Happy I am.

Why live Here?

Just why would any one choose to live in lame boring cookie cutter suburbia?

Because I get an epic sunset 5 out of 7 days. less than 200 yards from my house. No traffic, seasons, weather, amazing neighbors.

The last of the colors before it got cold as ....well December

I dumped a foot yesterday, and snowed again today.....and will again tomorrow

23 Degrees out
cold and Icy

More Max in suburbia, and adventure about Xanax

This is my neighborhood. I live here. There are about 20-25 of us. Glider pilots, Climbers, snoboarders and base jumpers. We live on one block. Steep Mountain Drive. In Draper Utah. Surrounded by Mormons. LDS. Plesant Ville.



I Found out that almost 90% of all women in Sandy (The next town over) are on Xanax! Serious. And it explaines a lot. Like why I get stuck behind housewives during a red light and watch the light go from Red to Green and back to red.....and they dont MOVE! and no one honks.



So on this day.....I stood on the side walk and watched the cars go by. Just started at them. They tried violently to avoid eye contact. "Keep driving, dont look at the crazy person, act like you dont seen them."

Xanax.

Lost in Suburbia

I had been having a day, one of those days where nothing was right. Where you think, let this day be over, let me go back to bed and awake in a new clean day where I can start again.

It was a day.

I walked over to my friend Loren's house. And there it was......Max, Where the Wild things are "Max"

"I'll eat you up I love you so" Where the wild things are is/was one of my most favorite books as a Kid and still is. Loren, had a "Max" outfit, that he'd made. I put it on......walked out side, and watched the cars go by.

This......it would seem
.....cheered me up vastly.

It is good to remember you are a wild thing.....lost in suburbia.



(photo: Loren Cox.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/skivvie/)