Bridge to Nowhere

Meg and I drove to Solana Beach for a little retail therapy, unhindered by unwanted male influences. I think the males were perfectly happy to stay home.This bridge spans the 15 highway, the main road to San Diego. There doesn't appear to be much of anything on either side of it, but this is hilly desert country, and there are probably little communities hidden in the hills. Quite an imposing bridge to connect two small towns.

At a shop called Tucci, I bought a skirt, and a scarf that requires an owner's manual (or a ladies' maid) to wear. We went to a shop called Tucci which had a lot of the same clothing lines as my beloved Red Bird in Berkeley.

OilMan spent his day hacking a trail into the canyon behind Rick and Meg's house with a machete, and cleaning the pool. He claims he finds it relaxing....