On my second day in San Elijo, after spending most of the day hiking up and down the beach, I left the campground and headed down to San Diego around three o’clock in the afternoon. For about twenty miles I sluggishly inched south, literally! Traffic was moving so slow that it took about one hour to drive just about twenty miles. It’s good when time is not an issue but it’s irritating to witness the frustration and impatience of those who actually have to get somewhere on time. I was in no rush! Wess and Melissa were going to join me in San Diego about four hours later on.
I had asked them whereabouts should we meet and Wess suggested a brewery somewhere on Ocean Front Walk, but after reading the reviews and seeing pictures of the place, I thought that the evening called for something different. They were already on the road when I let them know where to find me.
This was my last night in the area and the word was to have fun! After all, I would be spending most of the time away from cities and in most of the days ahead of me, I would be hiking and camping in solitude. Stopping in the San Diego area was meant to spend time with old friends; a vacation within the vacation! Fun we had! we had a great time and my friends realized that, in many ways, this was just another bar. Perhaps in a few small details, such as great music and more glitter!
I had heard great things about MO’s Bar and Grill on Hillcrest and thought that a relaxed, old-fashioned upbeat gay bar was a better choice for the evening. I had read that this was the happiest place on Hillcrest, possibly in all of San Diego!
After reading tens of great reviews and finding out that only one person had negative things to say, I knew this was the right place to bring a hetero couple for their first gay bar experience. YMCA, the song, could be heard from the parking lot as I arrived. The energy in this place was great with a mixed crowd, great music and hysterically funny videos. I was in awe by the vibe of the place for a regular midweek day. Although it was only Tuesday, it felt like a Saturday night elsewhere. Even the menu cover, which displays the caption “Fierce Gurl! Everyone Has a Little Drag in Them!” was a novelty and became our photo op for the evening.
The night had not even quite started when Melissa volunteered to drive my car back to Vista. We all agreed that I should spend the night at their house instead of driving myself to the campground. I was unchained and free to have more than just a couple of drinks. And I guess that whatever happens in San Diego we just leave of the road! The following morning, after a few cups of coffee, I drove north exploring the coast. A friend who had lived in the area suggested that I visited Dana Point and Laguna Beach. My destination was the Yosemite National Park, but I wanted to drive along the coast to Malibu before resetting my GPS to Yosemite. Later that day I found out that the weather wasn’t quite going to be on my side in the mountains. The weather forecast for the Yosemite National Park included heavy snow and rain for the next couple of days. When I called the park’s information line for more details I was advised to check the weather forecast daily because in early Spring the weather there can be unpredictable, leading the roads to be partially or entirely closed. For now I would enjoy the sunshine in the coastline and its beautiful scenery.