And the breathtaking views of Lower Otay Reservoir with Otay Mountain in the background. Charlie wants everyone to know he has successfully ridden his bike to the top of that mountain three times and in the course of doing so, only had five flat tires.
About 12 years ago, on what I remember being the hottest day of the year, Charlie and our neighbor set out on a quest to find a route to the top of Mount San Miguel. In the process of exploration they stumbled upon a quiet little town (Jamul, pronounced Hah-mul) at the foot of the mountain. And in that town there was a small hole in the wall Mexican restaurant.
(I'll bet you can imagine what happened next...)
Less than two hours after they'd left, they called to tell me where they were. Essentially, in a restaurant bar hoovering basket after basket of chips and salsa and throwing back ice cold beers. They wanted to know if I'd come have a beer with them. And, of course ... then drive them home.
As much as I love the pictures and descriptions of California...I have a feeling this will carry over to Virginia....
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