Thursday, September 14, 2006
When I was young, my father worked at JPL and we lived in Pasadena. We had a great big back yard and my brother and I would play for hours on his Radio Flyer wagon. Often on Sundays, my father would take the family to Huntington Beach, but sometimes to San Onofre. It was very different then. We went in through a military gate. We used to picnic by a little creek with oak trees that was maybe 7 miles or so from the military gate. It was a very pretty area. Afterwards, if we had behaved, he would take us down to San Onofre and we could swim if the waves weren't too big. Sometimes we would get to stay until the sun set.
Posted by ;) at 10:40 PM