You have to understand something, you who may not live in southern California behind the Orange Curtain. Buses are not what one decides to take to the beach. A 20 minute journey balloons into a 90 minute journey, and why would you want to sit among strangers on seats that smell like pee? Because! Once you're on, all you have to do is sit there and watch the world go by. You don't have to worry about traffic. You can give up control. You don't have to find a place to park. Or dig around for quarters or dollars for the parking meters. Or keep track of time so you don't go over your metered parking. You can have wine with lunch. If you're tired on the way home, you can doze off, which is not recommended when you are driving a car.
So, after an hour and a half, we found ourselves on the beach at Balboa.
|This bird was wearing yellow boots|
|Pier Pelican, who may have been either sick or just really bored of all the humans around.|
|A beautiful, gorgeous day out|
|These are our duck friends we met at the Fullerton Arboretum. We also made some turtle friends, but they didn't want to have their pictures taken.|
On a side note, by to-do list for the next couple of weeks is ridiculous. You may not be seeing much of me for awhile.