Much excitement and anticipation filled our little Airstream for several weeks prior to the upcoming visit from Grammy and cousin Lilia. But when they arrived in San Diego, the weather prediction was rain and colder temperatures. Since leaving Missouri the day after Christmas, we had not seen more than a few drops of rain, and certainly not enough to even get the ground wet. In fact, California was in the middle of a drought which suggests that my mom did bring her bad Missouri weather with her to San Diego. So we were in somewhat of a panic to hurry up and have fun in the sun while there was still some sun. We chose to stay at the San Diego KOA for her visit because it had RV sites with full hook ups right next to furnished cabins, as well as a playground and pool for the kids.
Taking advantage of a decent weather day, we headed to Point Loma, a National Monument on a peninsula on the north end of San Diego, the morning after they arrived. Our National Park Pass saved us the $5 entrance fee to the park. First stop was the visitors' center where we met up with some Instagram friends from www.currentlywandering.com, Jess and Sam and their three children. They have been traveling in the same area as us for awhile, so we decided to meet up and knock out some Junior Ranger badges together.
Next stop was the tide pool area below the cliffs. It was a short hike down to the rocky sea floor where we found the most interesting pools of living plants and creatures. This dwarfed our first trip to tide pools in Carlsbad a few weeks prior. Low tide was at 12:38pm and we hit it on the nose. The round, smooth rocks were exposed, but were wet and slippery with plant growth. Thankfully nobody fell down.
The trek to get their Jr. Ranger badges included a trip around the visitors center museum about the man Juan Cabrillo who was the first European to set foot on the West Coast in 1542. We then moved to the Point Loma Lighthouse and whale overlook and learned that baby gray whales are born in Baja, Mexico, or as our kids renamed it "Baja, ha, ha, ha" giggling every time they said it. There was also a painting of a gray whale on the concrete that was the color and length of our Airstream, so we felt justified in the name we gave our Airstream when we got her...The Gray Whale.
We never saw a whale, but we did see a submarine surfaced in the distance, which was almost as exciting.
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