August 25, 2024
After three months of searing heat 24/7, we drove over to San Diego and landed under a tree across from Belmont Park in Mission Beach. It was 73 degrees and balmy and at least two Creekers I know were in heaven.
We were actually waiting for our daughter Deena, who flew in from Seattle and brought the kids to join us on Mission Beach. We were soon enough in the surf, having some fun.
Beach Buddies
It was so hot driving over from Cave Creek, when we got to Gila Bend, I looked at the temperature and it was 110 degrees. I had to laugh because, that is a lyric that takes me back to the Stumble Inn on North Park in Tucson, Arizona.
"In Gila Bend it's 110 in Buckeye it's 102. . ."
—The Dusty Chaps, Heat Stroke, 1975
Doesn’t get much better than grandkids on the beach. Sadly, the beer doesn’t stay cold for long when it’s 110.
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