California 2003

In May 2003 we went on our first vacation as a married couple to Los Angeles and San Diego. We visited Julie’s grandparents, went to Six Flags Magic Mountain, and the beach. We also went to Tijuana, kind of. We got off the train, walked over the bridge, and were about to go through the turnstile into Mexico when we looked around us at the ghetto, didn’t see one gringo, and turned around, got back on the train, and headed back to San Diego. We’re not racist, just not stupid. We had no idea that the touristy part of Tijuana wasn’t right on the other side of the border and didn’t feel like wandering around the shacks lost asking to be mugged. But we had such a great time on our trip that we’ve decided we’d love to live in San Diego one day.



You might think that I am in flight school but no I’m actually not. I’m in a really cool tester plane at the Balboa Park Aerospace Museum San Diego. This is the first of many times that I’ve drug Julie into a flight museum where she proceeds to be very bored. But since she is wonderful she pretends to have fun.



Here we are at Julie’s Grandma and Grandpa Clark’s house in Tehachapi, California. What a cute couple!! We’re standing in front of one of the many pieces my grandma has painted in her lifetime.



We are standing at the end of Santa Monica Pier. It was a pretty cold and foggy day, but doesn’t the sailboat in the background look picturesque?



So that same day we went to the little dive (hahaha) of an aquarium that was on the pier. I must say that I found the aquatic life on the beach much more appealing – If you know what I mean. That is about as far as Julie was willing to go into the water.