Gotta love San Diego Zoo’s Safari Park. I have been visiting this marvelous place since I was a little girl, and over the weekend I went with my family to celebrate my Mother’s Birthday, Easter, and to spend some quality time together before my parents moved away. My brother and I walked around the park nostalgically noticing all the playful details scattered about for kids to play in. A fox den crawl space (how did we ever fit in there?) A giant brass log (and how did we manage to never bang our heads?).
I have fond memories of my childhood, and while that is now a thing of the past, I’m happy to be moving on, and am so excited for my future. For those of you who don’t know, I just moved out on my own and I just landed an amazing job (more on that later). So as of this same weekend, I am 100% supporting myself financially, it is rather liberating in an awesomely terrifying way. I’m ecstatic, really. I also hope the best for the parents, as they continue their retirement journey into Arizona along with all our little critters.
As we move forward, I plan to focus on the new, not the old… (Isaiah 43:18-19). But most importantly in this, I know I am not alone and will never be alone, because a Greater Power is out there watching over me. I owe it all to that which I can’t even fathom. What I do know is to honor those who gave me life, always express love and kindness, and never take anything for granted.
Some of you might be familiar with that whale watching video (found here) which went viral last week. It was filmed by the very same group that took me on my own spectacular whale watching adventure in Dana Point, Captain Dave’s Dolphin and Whale Watching Safari: DolphinSafari.com.
They took us on an exhilarating tour along Orange County’s coastline. First we followed a gray whale on its lonely migration north, then we found this pod of stampeding dolphins. It was too cool for words, so I made a short video instead. Can you spot the babies swimming with their mamas?
Help save the whales with Captain Dave through their charity organization: TheCareTakers.org.
The Waves of Huntington Beach
photos taken 1/24/14 – iPhone5s – processed with vscocam.
The swells have been rather impressive lately. “Totally tubular” as us colloquial-locals
might say. Watch the live surf cam here on surfline!
Reporters at abc claimed “beaches are seeing extremely high surf Friday, and many are taking advantage of epic swells.” dude, EPIC. These particular waves are the result of an Alaskan storm headed south. In Huntington they reached 10 feet, and in Seal Beach they were even more extreme. As OC Register puts it, these are “long-interval waves, forming about 1,200 miles away near Hawaii.”
An awesome side effect of these swells ((aside from high-level risk and the reward of exhilaration)) was a charity event that Seal Beach held: “Morgan’s Wave of the Day Invitational” Pro surfers only, winner receives $2000, $250 reserved for best wipeout. Please enjoy this nail-biting video…
Holy Shit. I am thankful I live in an awesome place with famous surf, but I’m also thankful I do not surf. Why not? I don’t know, something about the cold, wet, and unpredictable oceanic abyss makes me nervous… what do you think?
Motorscooter Diaries | The Melodramatic Life of a 2 Wheeler
The Pumpkin Scooter
I wanted to scoot to work, but it was raining. So I thought I could take the bus, and maybe a coworker would help me home. So I was walking to the bus stop, but the rain was clearing. So I turned around and walked back. I wanted to use this extra hour of time to go grocery shopping. After I got my groceries it was raining again. Great.
I scooted to work in the rain. It didn’t bother me. My face mask was covered in rain drops but I saw right through them. I wiped away the rain with my leather glove at stop lights. I made it, alive.
After a long 9 day work week I was excited to party with my friends that night. We were celebrating a birthday in Long Beach. I got off at 9:30 and scooted home. But my scooter never made it home. All this extra driving for work ran my gas tank empty. I was dumb and forgot to pay attention to the numbers. (My gas gauge is broken so I watch the odometer). It stopped running about 1.5 miles from my house. Some could say this was my Cinderella story, this was the clock striking midnight, this was my scooter turning into a pumpkin, and this was my magical evening ceasing to a halt. I ditched the
pumpkin scooter and walked home. I had no one to call for help, they were all in Long Beach. I made soup and fell asleep watching SNL with my dog.
A moral lesson, as told by Board Games.
I took a chance, and I’m glad I did. I now know to watch my odometer more carefully. I also know scooting in the rain is possible, but don’t worry folks I will still be careful.
This has been, The Motorscooter Diaries | The Melodramatic Life of a 2 Wheeler.
*Update, a friend helped me get my scooter the next day. It was just the gas. And now I owe my own 1 gallon gas canister, cool. Glad that’s over. Thank you Amy!*