We crossed our first mountain pass with the Airstream. Leaving Anza Borrego for San Diego was a windy, steep drop-off kind of road via Julian. Since I have a new aversion to heights, being closest to the drop off-y edge was stressful. I don't think it helped that I was in the beginning stages of my bout with the stomach flu. By the time we reached flat land, I was grumpy and Silas was car sick. Much to our delight, he puked his little insides out later that evening.
However, before we reached the civilized interstate we had to bust into our emergency 5 gallon diesel can that Troy keeps in the truck. On the mountain pass, we found diesel right where we thought it would be, but the gas station was WAY too small to get our truck and trailer in and back out again. That 5 gallons took us 45 miles to another almost-as-tiny-gas station. But it worked out and we were able to fill up.
Making it to San Diego Sweetwater County Campground was thrilling for us. We had dreamed of coming to San Diego, but we also had made it to the end of the trip West. We could go no farther. Now we could mentally know that we could stop pressing forward.
We watched the sun go down over the ocean the first day in town. I was sick with the stomach flu the second day in town. On the third afternoon we were able to spend some time at the beach. Besides nearly freezing to death, it was a fantastic time. Silas practiced his football throwing skills and Morgan chased seagulls.
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