Surf Class

After the Grand Canyon I headed for the coast. I was worried for a while about whether or not the car would make it through the desert. I swear that boarder between AZ and CA is as close to Hell as you can get. I stayed in Oceanside between San Diego and LA. It was a great little city with a nice downtown and trains to the cities. I could live there....if it didn't cost a billion dollars for a house. I have a picture of a sunset there. I was in the water within 10 minutes of hitting the coast and that water is a hell of a lot colder than in Jax. So I went to surf class the next morning. They showed us a few things on the beach and sent us out into the water within a half hour. There were about 15 in the group and probably 5 people older than me. The instructor pushed my board with the first wave and I jumped up and rode it all the way in. It was great. Four hours later I was burnt, exhausted, and bleeding. It was tough to fight through the breaking waves on the way out every time. It took its toll on lil' Jonnie. I was ready to call it a day at lunch. I spent the rest of the day dragging my ass around Oceanside just chillin. The next day I decided I needed more breaks so I was stopping every 15 minutes for a 10 minute break. I held up better but pulled something in my back (big surprise, I've since recovered). After class I headed down to tour the aircraft carrier in San Diego. That was cool. I walked through downtown and had dinner in the Gaslamp district at a little Mexican place. It was probably the cleanest and nicest city I'd seen up to that point. I can see why everyone wants to live there. The next day I drove to LA, had lunch on the beach in Santa Monica, went to a Dodgers game, and drove to Vegas to meet the boys. I'll cover Vegas next chance I get. Take care.