After four lovely days in Flagstaff, we drove the 7 hours to San Diego. We tried to do something fun every day, but unfortunately I just plain forgot to take pictures. We tried to hit up many of our old stomping grounds...the Yogurt Mill, Lake Murray, La Jolla Shores, Balboa Park, Seaport Village, and the neighborhood park that still has the same concrete tunnel and metal train that I used to play on as a kid. Here are the moments I actually managed to remember to pull out the old camera.
Gigi and Ethan at Seaport Village
Brooklyn loved the sunshine
One of two carousel rides;
this one is at Seaport Village
We also hit up one at Balboa Park, where my dad, in a moment of unprecedented glory, got the gold ring before any children could grab it!
Why do Mark and I look like the only ones excited for the train?
We went and heard my dad's country band, Emerald River, play at a church festival
Brooklyn and my Dad (A.K.A. "The Old Rocker")
My dear friend, Angela, also joined us. Later we had some "girl time" at Claire de Lune (one of favorite spots in SD)
Hanging out in La Jolla
Ethan LOVED the waves
Brooklyn wasn't so sure at first
Finally, she decided to relax and enjoy herself
Father and Son
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