Yesterday, Leslie and I went up in a balloon for our birthdays. We left from a spot near the La Bajada dip. Traveled to a spot near Rancho Bernardo, We had both done ballooning before but it has been a while for me, actually since Africa. Nothing quite like it.
Followed a lovely route over the San Dieguito River Valley. Perfect Southern California day. Luscious weather, balmy, didn't even need a sweater. Shirt sleeve.
Quiet, peaceful beautiful. Even saw a bunch of deer.
We were hoping to catch the full moon but missed it by about a half an hour.
Needless to say, my sweetheart was very happy. As was I. Although at one point I found out later, the pilot kicked her leg, purposefully. It is a good thing I didn't hear about it at the time or it is possible that we would be piloting the balloon back solo and I have never had any past instruction in the matter.
We ended up having lobster, crab and shrimp rolls at Lobsters West at the Lumberyard. Great way to finish our celebration.