Seems like we’ve been quiet for a few days, including posts here. Maybe not just the gloomy weather, or the fact we’re grounded while Tripp’s in the shop for her detailed annual checkup. I may have picked up Lyme’s disease from a deer tick in Foxburg, PA judging by flu-like achy malaise and no other symptoms so today doc started me on the treatment regimen. I hadn’t realized there’s no definitive diagnosis, but anyway we’ve been quiet.
Tonight I started looking at pix from our MeriTimes Adventure and thought you might enjoy these two of the offshore fog as we departed SBA on day one. I’ve been hoping Anne would post some of her pix, but since she hasn’t here are two of hers from that beginning.
2014 La Conchita Fog Bank
In a way it seems like yesterday, but mostly it feels like a lifetime and a continent away even though this was two months and maybe 20 miles away. I really like the mood she captured in these pix, because they evoke the feeling of rising above for something new.
2016 Silent Farewell
As a child the drive past “Oil Island” (that blip connected to the foreground shore by a low, narrow bridge) brought up images of a Castaway adventure. The real islands across the Channel stood tall above the low scud. They all seemed to bid silent farewell as we set off East. An hour later Anne snapped Big Bear as we approached to land in our magic machine. What a change of pace!
2019 Into Big Bear
Even after our fuel and stretch break it was only another hour before we were winging out over the vast desert. Unlike the image of crawling across featureless flats in a car, from the air it’s endlessly fascinating to look at up in the cooler air.
2023 Anne's Desert View
I hope this post will coax her to share more pix from her side of this Adventure, because it’s been really fun to see what caught her imagination.
John & Anne Wiley 
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