I’ve been everywhere, man!

Here are a list of cities, towns, and places where we stayed–in order.

  1. Memphis, TN
  2. Oklahoma City, OK
  3. Albuquerque, NM
  4. Grand Canyon, AZ
  5. Scottsdale, AZ
  6. Las Vegas, NE
  7. Salt Lake City, UT
  8. Bozeman, MT
  9. Powell, WY
  10. Idaho Falls, ID
  11. Reno, NV
  12. Folsom, CA
  13. Fresno, CA
  14. San Francisco, CA
  15. Off the PCH, CA
  16. Los Angeles, CA
  17. Escondido, CA (San Diego(
  18. Scottsdale, AZ
  19. Santa Rosa, NM
  20. Clarendon, TX
  21. Fort Worth, TX
  22. Oklahoma City, OK
  23. Coffeeville, KS
  24. Branson, MO
  25. Poplar Bluff, MO
  26. Greeneville, TN
  27. Greenville, SC

Here is a list of states we were in and/or traveled through–in order. (It was 30 states, counting the ones we went in twice. It was 21 unique states.)

  1. South Carolina
  2. Georgia
  3. Alabama
  4. Tennessee
  5. Mississippi
  6. Arkansas
  7. Oklahoma
  8. Texas
  9. New Mexico
  10. Arizona
  11. Nevada
  12. Utah
  13. Idaho
  14. Montana
  15. Wyomyia
  16. Idaho (2)
  17. Utah (2)
  18. Nevada (2)
  19. California
  20. Arizona (2)
  21. New Mexico (2)
  22. Texas (2)
  23. Oklahoma (2)
  24. Kansas
  25. Missouri
  26. Illinois
  27. Kentucky
  28. Tennessee (2)
  29. North Carolina
  30. South Carolina (2)

Here is the list of towns that were the most intriguing and enticing to live in. I put a positive and negative beside each one. They are in order of first important to least important. The list above are towns we stayed in, while this list has a few towns we went through, though not spending any time there.

  1. Prescott, AZ – It was between Scottsdale to the south and Flagstaff to the north. It was a near perfect climate location, which is a main driver for me. I’m not fond of rattlers or scorpions.
  2. North Lake Tahoe, NV – Totally awesome. The tree huggers have done them a favor. Tons better than the touristy South Tahoe. But too cold in the winter. However, gorgeous.
  3. PCH (Pacific Coast Highway), which covers nearly any town from San Francisco to San Diego. Lots of options, including the next three in the list, but the drawback is no water. The PCH is amazing.
  4. San Diego, CA – Near perfect weather and the traffic and other moving around conditions were easy. Of course, they have no water like the rest of CA.
  5. Los Angeles, CA – There is a lot to do, but the traffic is horrible. Living outside of LA would work, which would make this area–north or south of it appealing. But, of course, there is no water. Venice Beach was a hoot.
  6. Carmel By The Sea, CA – Totally awesome. Near perfect weather. Too touristy and too tight/crowded. Drop dead gorgeous in many ways, i.e., homes, ocean, environment.
  7. Jackson Hole, WY – With the Grand Tetons for a backdrop, this very tiny town had a ton of character and sex appeal. The cold weather and too many tourist were drawbacks.
  8. Scottsdale, AZ – A beautiful and clean town. For a large town, it seemed nearly perfect. The drawback was that it was too hot in the summer, plus the rattlers and scorpions.
  9. Bozeman, MT – Laid back, low-key, tree hugger in a good way (they take care of the place), but it would be too cold for me in the winter, which comes early and stays late. It also gets dark late and light too early during the summer.
  10. San Francisco, CA – Ton of character and a million things to do. This town had all kinds of appeal. Of course it’s too small for all the people and a bit too foggy.
  11. Salt Lake City, UT – The Mormons, I suppose, have done a good job there. Other than the religion, the place seemed clean, friendly, and the landscape was really beautiful.
  12. Greenville, SC – Great place to live for a lot of reasons: location, four seasons, conservative, water, Atlanta/Charlotte nearby, beach nearby, mountains nearby. I really disdain the religion here.
  13. Grand Canyon, AZ – Was beautiful, but not a place that is made for year round living. They have no infrastructure for such a thing.
  14. Fort Worth, TX – Too hot.
  15. Oklahoma City, OK – No appeal. It was hot and the weather man is the most important person in town: lots of tornados.
  16. Branson, MO – A great little town and a significant improvement over its competitor (Las Vegas), but too touristy.
  17. Greeneville, TN – The next eight towns were all small towns that provided a place to stay, but no appeal to live. Too small, too out of the way, too little infrastructure, too little to do, etc.
  18. Twin Falls, ID
  19. Santa Rosa, NM
  20. Wichita Falls, TX
  21. Folsom, CA
  22. Coffeeville, KS
  23. Poplar Bluff, MO
  24. Powell, WY
  25. Fresno, CA – It came across as maybe a better version of Albuquerque. It was not and too inland. Plus, I think I was told there was high crime.
  26. Albuquerque, NM – Total armpit stuck in the desert. No appeal other than Old Town–the original town.
  27. Las Vegas, NE – The least favorite of all. Would not want to be put in that drying up place in the middle of the desert.

Home again, home again

The trip home was short and sweet, as they say. We packed and was in the van before noon, and at home in the afternoon. It was a great way to finish the trip–with a short road trip.

Home was bittersweet. It was great to be home. It was great to see the house still standing. It was great to sleep in your own bed. It was great to put all your stuff where it belongs, w/o giving any thought to packing it in a bag to transport to the next place.

During the trip I was reminded often of the tabernacle in the wilderness and the 40-year journey of the Hebrews. Pack up, move on, unpack, settle down, pack up, move on, unpack, settle down, etc.

It was nice to be home.

Mike, et. al. did a fantastic job taking care of the place. It looked great. We had three interns that came to the church for the summer to stay in our home. One of the interns did not work out, so two were there most of the time. Everything seemed to be okay. That was a relief, though I did not give it a lot of thought while we were on the road.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The part that was sad was coming off the road. I did not anticipate that I would like it so much. The whole family felt the same way. We like each other and travel well together, so being together was not a burden on anyone. Ansa was the primary one that began to long for home, toward the end of the trip.

The turning point for her seemed to be when we took a left turn in San Diego, heading east. That was a seminal moment for all of us. We all felt, to differing degrees, the trip was coming to an end, even though we still had several weeks left.

The other big drawback in my soul was coming back to “Greenville religion”. Lucia felt the same way. The legalism and inculturated religion that has been recycled over and over again for 200 years has created a kind of fear-based legalism that can be stifling to the soul.

Coming back to extra-biblical preferential conservatism has not been hard (hyperbole), but it has been something I have not looked forward to.

I have said for years, even decades, that I want to die in Greenville, SC. I have never considered any other option for nearly three decades now. That has changed. This trip has done that for me. I’m no longer Greenville-centric. To move to another part of the country has appeal to me.

To be in a different religious environment has a refreshing sound to it. We’re not going anywhere, that I am aware of, but to move is an option that appears to be on the table for the future. I consider this a positive development.

Lucia loves people and loves to travel. She is amenable to this new option for our future.

For now we will hit the grind. There are children to educate, lives to live, and needs of the day.

It is good to be home.

Off to see the Johnsons

We left Branson, MO and drove for 2.5 hours to get us closer to home. We were about 12 hours, according to how we drive, from Greeneville, TN, where our long time friends, the Johnson’s live.

We drove to the edge, almost, of MO and camped for the night. It was a brand spanking new hotel, one of the nicer ones we stayed at during this trip. We got in around 2AM. Took a shower or two and went to bed.

We were up by the crack of noon, pretty tired from the drive.

We then packed, left by 2PM and made the last long leg of our trip to eastern TN. It was kind of a sober death march, as we made our way home. At least it was that way to me. I did not want to go home. The rest of the family was okay with going home because it was home, but they, too, also fully enjoyed the trip.

Part of us wanted to be home and part of us never wanted to go back. It was bittersweet.

We crossed the Mississippi, where the Ohio and Missouri were also nearby. That was cool to see. We went from MO to IL to KY to TN all within about an hour.

We rolled in to the Johnson’s around 10PM ET. We also lost an hour somewhere in this process as we went from central to eastern time.

Dave and Isaac were up. The girls were also up–in their bedrooms. We grabbed our bags, and Lucia and I went to bed.

The kids stayed up to about 5AM, from what I understand. I appealed to them to go to sleep, but also knew they had not seen each other in a year, and only see each other about once a year, so I was okay with them wearing themselves out. There’s always another day to sleep.

The boys had a hard time keeping their heads from bobbing at the church meeting on Sunday. Tristen and the two Johnson girls seem to do fine. Haydn gave up and just went to sleep. I kinda appreciate his lack of fear of man.

We came home and had a surprise birthday party for Kyler, who turned 18 a week or so earlier. I have known Kyler since he was about 5 years old. He is an amazing young man. He has a lot going for him, and it’s been so good to see him grow into what he has become.

We hung out with their friends all afternoon. I had some awesome conversations with some of the men at Dave’s church, one in particular. He was very transparent about life, marriage, and ministry. It was refreshing, which is one of the reasons I don’t want to go home.

Religion in Greenville is at a near stifling status. There is so much non-transparency and game-playing, people scared to death to be authentic. And then all the backbiting and downright mean-spirited things that go on. Sigh.

We’ve had some amazingly refreshing conversations with a lot of people on this trip that has created a longing for more of it, while a growing detestation for all the superficial, game playing back home. (I must guard my heart, I must.)

Later in the evening we went to Becky’s side of the family for an evening meal. We went back “into the hills” so to speak. The roads lost their painted lines, while becoming narrower. We were officially in the backwoods, where being a regular or being with a regular was a plus.

We were with the Johnson’s. Yay!!

It was totally throwback.

Banana pudding, dogs, cats, guns, overalls, covered wagon, old home place, small white-frame church building, homes with add-on, plus add ons, plus add ons, and where nearly everyone was related to everyone.

It was awesome.

We sat around and shot the breeze, ate a lot of food, told big stories, and laughed a lot. One old guy walked in with a 8’ stalk of sugar cane that he was gonna make into molasses. Don’t see that every day. He cut a piece from the shoot and we all had a chew.

We came home later in the evening, sat around some more and talked, and then went to bed.

We awoke in the AM and left around 11 to make the final leg of our trip.

We were less than three hours from home.

Branson, MO

Branson, MO was fun. It was good to be there, and quite different from our time in Las Vegas. Both places have shows and other amusements, but that is where the similarity ends.

We went to the Dixie Stampede and Silver Dollar City.

There were “Jesus saves” shirts being prominently sold in SDC. There were stores setup just to sell Christian stuff. There was a magician, who gave one of the clearest presentations of the Gospel that you would ever hear. He did it with a deck of cards.

The Dixie Stampede was a dinner theater that had a large arena in-between. The blue north and the gray south competed. That was surreal in light of our PC culture. I’m not sure the PC groups are aware the north and south are still fighting in Branson.

Then there was a Dixie Outpost, which sells every kind of Confederate flag known to man.

I’m perplexed as to why the PC people have not raided this town and “corrected” it, but it was nice to be in a place where freedom of speech was truly free.

We did check out a wax museum. I talked to the kids about Madame Tussauds on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood, but we were too buys and time limited to stop there. I’m glad they could at least look in one, though we did not take the over-priced 30 minute tour.

The stampede was fun. We ate with our hands. They had about 1000 people yelling at each other–the north v. the south. We had chicken, pork, potatoes, iced tea, and some kind of sweet thing. It was way too much.

The entertainment was great too. The kids had a blast. Ansa also got to pet some horses. That made her day.

SDC was tons of fun. We rode some intense roller coasters. I took my iPhone on one, thinking I was going to record. That did not happen. After the first 162′ straight drop, I gripped my phone so tight that it turned off. My main objective after that was to hold on for dear life.

It was intense, and the double corkscrew was all I could take.

And there were two more coasters.

This was the first year Ansa could ride one. She has passed the height barrier. And she was a trooper. Amazing. She wanted to do more. And she/they did–mostly with Haydn. Tristen has nearly passed into the adult barrier, where such things lose their appeal.

SDC was a lot of fun and well worth going to. I’d do it again.

Plus, I bought a motorized golf cart thingy to ride around on. That made all the difference in the world. The pain in my backside was excruciating, which has been like that the whole trip. It was the best $40 I spent the whole trip.

I sucked down my arrogance, self-righteousness, and other pride-related things and rode the cart. It was amazing relief, which released us to go anywhere in the park, rather than me cutting things short due to the pain. I was very glad about this.

We stayed from about 10 AM to 10 PM. A total blast.

We left and drove 2.5 hours to get us closer to Greeneville, TN, to be with our friends in our old small group from Greenville, SC.

Coffeyville, KA

It was only a few short hours to OKC where we spent a couple of days with John and Christiana (Lucia’s sister), and their twin 5-year boys–the cousins. It was fun as always. We caught up, slept late, sat around, slept late, ate, played games, and slept late.

We were worn out.

Since San Diego, most of our time was on the road. SD was the turning point literally and figuratively. We turned east, with only a few more weeks left so we did a lot of driving.

San Diego to Scottsdale to Fort Worth to OKC to Coffeyville, KS to Branson to Greeneville, TN to Greenville, SC.

Coffeyville was also a short trip. It was nice to make a couple of three-hour trips to get to our locations. Most of our driving has been six to 12 hour trips, with 8 hours being the normal distance. None of our trips were hard, though the back-to-back days were the most challenging.

The kids rarely had an issue, rode contentedly, and kept themselves occupied. That was a blessing. I think without this kindness from the LORD, it could have made the trip totally different. They were an absolute joy to serve and to be served by them on this trip.

Coffeyville is where Harty and Barbie Blackert live. They have been there for many years now, coming from PA. Barbie and Lucia have been best friends for life. They met in the 8th grade, hit it off, and have been knitted together ever since.

They went to Bob Jones together. Barbie was in our wedding, and they went to Hawaii with us in 2000. We love them. They have stayed in our home in Greenville, which was nice to return the favor by staying in their abode.

Barbie is enthusiastically intense. That is about the best way to describe her. Full of joy and non-stop talking. During our first dinner with them, Ansa sat and stared at her. It was hard for her little mind to take in. Barbie is intense in a delightful way, but if you have not seen a lot of that, you just stare.

Ansa stared.

Tristen and Lena (their 17-year old) picked up immediately from where they left off the last time they were together. They began putting a play together for a presentation a week later. We stayed for eight days. They did the Phantom of the Opera. It was awesome.

The adults spent many nights staying up, one night till about 2:30AM talking. Harty was waiting for Nadia (16) to come home with her friend from a week at camp. They were getting in late, so we stayed up with them and talked.

We ate a lot. Barbie is an excellent cook. This was the first time on the trip where we ate more than what we should have. Our eating habits and weight gain/loss was going well until Coffeyville.

We went to their church meeting with them on Sunday. I spoke to their Sunday school class. That was nice.

Haydn and Ansa spent the week in the pool–the love of their lives. Ansa had two cats to play with all week. The other love of her life. She walked around cradling a cat for most of the week–when she was not in the pool.

We also spent a good bit of time in Coffeyville, famous for the Dalton Raid. The town has tried to really play that up. We went into the actual Condon Bank that they robbed. We walked down the street where they were gunned down. We went to the Dalton museum.

It was fun and interesting. It was also surreal to think we were standing in the very bank that they robbed and died shortly thereafter.

This was a good week for all of us, but mostly for Lucia. I’m so glad she could spend time with her friend. They chatted in the living room, in the car, in the pool, in the bedroom, in the kitchen, and any other place they found themselves.

We also went to Woolaroc, which is the retreat center that Frank Phillips–of Phillips oil fame–created to capture and secure an America that had passed. That was a great experience.

They had an amazing museum there, one of the most amazing museums that I have ever visited–so odd in such a remote place. It is really off the beaten path. Really.

There were paintings, ancient Indian paraphernalia, hundreds of guns, pistols, rifles, and other weapons.

There was an airplane, old oil trucks, and more animals than you’ll find in nearly any other museum. They also had an “old frontier life” area where guys, who have not grown up yet, wore frontier clothes, shot old rifles and threw hatchets. We did all of that.

They gave us a walking tour around the old pieces and paraphernalia that made up their camp. That, too, was amazing.

I did ask the old frontiersman about his leggings. As in, what’s underneath the loin cloth. He said the leggings were just for the legs, and the front and back doors are wide open. I did not fully understand what he meant until he lifted his loin cloth to reveal his upper quad.

Thankfully, that is all he revealed. I kinda like the legging idea, though wearing them anywhere, but in a camp like his, would be weird.

I would love to go back to Woolaroc again. It was really a cool place. It stands for Wood, Lake, and Rock.

We left Harty and Barbi after eight days, making our way to Branson, MO.

Fort Worth: Cows, Cowboys, and Christians


The Drigger family are Members of our site, and Richard (or Rick), the dad, invited us to stop by his place. He invited us last year. He and his wife lead a small group of marriage mentors at their church.

They attend one of the five campuses at the Village Church, which is the church that Matt Chandler leads. We attended their church meeting while we were there. It was an excellent service.

We rolled into their place on Friday and settled in. That night Richard had a group of IMG_2946marriage mentors over, which they do occasionally. They all work with pre-marrieds, hoping to help them as they take the plunge.

I shared a little bit at that meeting.

The next day we went to the Dallas Cowboys football stadium. It was just a few years old and something worth seeing. Due to time constraints, we could not get the VIP tour, so we went on the self-guided tour, which did allow us to go onto the field.

We went into the cheerleader’s locker room as well as where the players suit up. That was interesting. We also spent a good bit of time on the field. It’s an amazingly big place. The jumbo-tron was humongous–hard to take it all in.

IMG_2953I wondered how you could enjoy a game there. If you really like football, it would be best, to my way of thinking, to watch it on TV. The nosebleeds were so high that it would be difficult to make out the players. You would pay a high price just to watch the game on a large screen erected from the 20 to the 20 yard line.

I talked to one guy who likes to watch it from the outside, while standing on the overflow deck. I suppose the “I just have to be there” impulse is strong.

Though it was overpriced to see the stadium, I’m glad we had the experience. “I just had to be there.” Lucia was glad too. She likes all things engineering.

On Sunday the Driggers treated us to Joe Garcia’s, which is hard to explain. It’s an almost totally outdoor restaurant hidden in a lot of plants and electric fans. It was not uncomfortable to be outside in Fort Worth during July. It actually worked, though it was quite warm (hot!!).

The restaurant was a full city block. They could feed at least a thousand people, if not more. I think on Friday and Saturday nights that is what they do.IMG_3013

We left the Driggers after lunch and went to the Forth Worth stockyards. We did not have to be in OKC until later that night and it was only about a three-hour drive to Oklahoma.

The stockyards were fun. The kids had a blast as they saw how life was 150 years ago. We got into a little dust-up with a Texas lawman, but it all turned out well. He was a quicker draw than me.

We went into a few stores and the kids bought something. That was nice.

It was super hot in Texas, plus there was humidity. I did not enjoy that. It was the first humidity that we had experienced in over two months. No fun.

We’re heading east. Time to sweat again.

From San Diego to OKC


Tomorrow will be the end of two months on the road. We are nearing 10,000 miles. During this time we have had about three sets of three days of consecutive travel. We’ve just finished third set.

Last Monday we were at Coronado Beach in San Diego. It was our kids last dip in the Pacific Ocean. We left that night and headed to Scottsdale, AZ to stay with the Millers overnight. They have been gracious to us two times now.

We left them on Wednesday, making our way to the Fort Worth, TX area. It was a two-day trip from Scottsdale. The first leg took us through Albuquerque to a little town called Moriarty. From there we landed in a town called Clarendon, which was three hours from Fort Worth.

On Friday we rolled into Benbrook, which is just outside Fort Worth, where we spent a couple of days with Richard and Lynette Driggers. It was an awesome experience; more on that in another post.

We then left Benbrook on Sunday afternoon, spent several hours at the Fort Worth Stockyards, and then drove to Oklahoma City, where Lucia’s sister and brother-in-law live. We arrived around 9PM Sunday night.

In seven days we went from San Diego to Oklahoma City, while making quite a few stops in-between. We’ll leave here on Wednesday heading to Kansas to visit with Lucia’s longtime friend and her husband, Barbi and Harty. We’ll be there for little over a week and then we’ll head to St. Louis, to Tennessee, to home.

We plan to arrive home around August 2nd, which will give us 74 consecutive days on the road. I told some friends before we left that this will be one of the dumbest things we’ve ever done as a family or one of the most blessed things.

It was the latter.

I would stay on the road another 74 days if it were possible. It was an amazing experience in every way.

The two things that I would immediately change would be (1) no three-day in a row travel days and (2) a better way to handle the podcasting equipment (having it on a rolling cart that opened up and expanded to a miniature recording lab would be fabulous.).

Our children travel amazingly well. They rarely complain and are always up for an adventure.

My job allows me to be a digital nomad, so it’s not really a hardship, plus you get to meet so many amazing Christians around the country.

(The picture above is from a place where the Driggers took us to lunch after the Sunday AM church meeting. It is called Joe Garcia’s near the Stockyards in Fort Worth.)

San Diego Zoo

IMG_2885We had a marvelous time at the zoo. I’m not up on my zoo experiences and what they should be like, but there is no question that this is the best zoo I’ve ever visited.

If world-class works for describing zoos, then this place is world-class. It was really a fantastic zoo experience.

There was a swing band. There was also a rock band. There were trampoline acrobatics. There was a “skyfari” (chairlift) across the park. (You could ride it as often as you liked for no additional charge.) That, in itself, was like a theme park ride for the kids.

They loved it.IMG_2714

There were kiosks and other small shops all over the park, where you could buy stuff.

There were scads of employees to answer questions, as well as those who cleaned up after us. It had a theme park feel to it, not a zoo feel.

There were also double-decker bus rides that provided guided tours that ran all day. Then there were other double-decker buses that took you from spot to spot throughout the park.

One more thing

They had animals too. Many of the animals I had never heard of. It was really an amazing place.

They were intuitive in how they administrated the park. It reminded me of a Mac computer, in that they did the thinking for you. It was well planned and laid out just right.

IMG_2888It was also not a big park. It was in the city of San Diego, which made it compact, though there was a ton to do, but yet laid out in such a way that it did not feel compact at all.

We arrived about the time they opened, and stayed after they closed. They had a kid’s petting zoo on the property, so we did that too.

There was also a “Sea Life” aquarium, with several tunnels in it.

You could tell they had spent time not only laying out the park, but administrating it. They also have done a good job envisioning the employees on how to take care of their guests.

Joan Embrey

The only downside is that seemingly nobody knew who Joan Embrey was. I asked several of the employees if they knew who she was, and the answer was always, “No”.

That was disappointing.

I grew up with Joan Embrey, who was a regular guest on the Johnny Carson show. She would come up from San Diego and bring an animal or two with IMG_2649her, and talk about the zoo and the animal with Johnny.

He would always make her visit funny.

Back then the world was a much smaller place, so to see the San Diego zoo through the Tonight Show was a treat.

My number one reason for going to the zoo was to see Joan Embrey. So, I started asking folks if they had heard of her and nobody knew who she was.

I was sad.

IMG_2887After several disappointing conversations, I finally found an older lady who knows Joan. The key word is “older”. She was an older lady.

That made me more discouraged.

After about an hour or two, we had made our way around the park and back to the front again, and as we were walking by a band on stage, I looked up and the sign said,

“The Joan Embrey Stage”.

Then I was really confused. She had her own stage, but the employees (the younger ones) had no idea who she was.

The new “face” of the zoo is some other guy, who has been in that role for 15 or so years, which means all the 20 somethings were little kids when Joan rode off into the sunset.

She now has her own home/ranch about 30 miles or so from the zoo, where she does her own thing in a more private setting, though you could go see her there.

That is probably more than you wanted to know about Joan Embrey, but it was important to me.


Back to the zoo

It was really impressive. I’ve never been to a zoo and thought, “I want to come back to this place.” It was quite special.

They also have a safari park about 30 minutes away, which was about 8 minutes from where we were staying. We did not go there for a visit.

After they closed they put on a light/movie-type show that we attended. It was also IMG_2676excellent, as they had choreographed dancers that were backlit by a movie.

That was really well done too.

Ansa said it was her favorite zoo, and then she followed up with, “I don’t remember going to another one.”

One of the zoo keepers, who was working in the petting zoo, said that folks do come from around the world to look at their zoo.

I thought that was a good idea. Greenville could learn a thing or two, and it would be nice if they implemented some of their ideas.

The San Diego zoo is a non-profit, which apparently has been a good move for them as many folks have donated a lot of money, which has allowed them to have a great facility.

The NPO, plus Joan’s work through TV were two things that put this zoo on the map.

Next year they will celebrate their 100 year anniversary.

Two big thumbs up for the SD Zoo.

Legoland, CA

The highlight of the trip for Haydn, and the main reason he wanted to come on the trip was to visit Legoland.

He, like nearly all children I suppose, loves Legos. They have captured his heart, and he’s great at building them.

Watch the kids on a one minute Legoland boat ride.

The home we’re staying at in San Diego is about 40 minutes from the park. That was nice. The traffic in San Diego is moderate, which is 10,000 times better than the traffic in LA.

Plus the weather here is borderline perfect. Seventy degrees, slight wind.IMG_2636

We arrived a few minutes before the park opened and left a few minutes after it closed. We drank every drop of the park, plus their Sea Life aquarium center.

See a short vid of the Capitol building and marching band in Washington, DC.

The park is really designed for children 10 and under. It is not Disney, but then nothing is Disney. Legoland is targeting the younger kids, though my kids had a blast being there.

The crowds were also small, which was a pleasant surprise. I talked to one of the workers, who did not know what it why the crowd was so small. He said they are usually wall-to-wall with folks.

IMG_2635Maybe because it was overcast and just after the 4th of July that things were slow. It was great for us.

Here is the shark tank video.

I asked another worker if all the Lego structures were literally Legos or poured moulds.

She said each structure was built with one Lego at a time; they were all real “life” Lego structures. Some of them had hundreds of thousands of Legos, even a million or two.

They glued them together to keep folks from tearing them apart.

The park was small, as far as theme parks go. We kept seeing the same people wherever we went. I think if we all stayed three days, we would become family.


IMG_2639We spent a couple of hours in and around Hollywood. We went down Rodeo Drive, Sunset Blvd, Wilshire Blvd, and up into the hills to capture a shot of the Hollywood sign.

You could not get to the sign.

It was under 24/7 video surveillance, plus there was security positioned at it to keep vandals from tearing it up.

We took this shot from Griffith Park. We could have hiked closer, but it was not worth it.

I took the children to the walk of fame. Mom and Tristen got out to see what stars they could find. They landed on Andy Griffith and Hank Williams, Sr.

It seemed to be a mile or two of stars on both sides of the sidewalk.

At ground zero for the “walk” was Grauman’s Chinese Theater, where the street at that point was a mad house. I’m not sure what they had going on, but there were 1000’s of people hanging out on the street, several of them in costumes, i.e., Spiderman.

We passed Madame Tussauds Wax Museum, which is a famous landmark. It would have been nice to go in there, but we were short on time.

The streets were slammed. All of Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Wilshire Blvd, etc. was full of IMG_2638people. We did not stay long, just long enough to see some of the main drags that you hear about in the news.

It was another area where you needed days to mill around to catch it all.

We took the kids down Rodeo Drive, where Chanel, Prada, Cartier, et. al., were selling their wares.

I did not have an extra $50K to drop on their merchandise. There were way more lookers than buyers.

Rodeo Drive was about a 45 second drive down one of the most expensive shopping streets in the world.


Hollywood has a bittersweet interest to me. It was the place where I vicariously lived as a child.

In a world of abuse, there were no places to hide. TV became my safe haven, which made Hollywood a rescue mission for a lost kid like me.

The stars, the fame, the glitter, and the “happiness” was something I longed for. They had it all.

Then, of course, I learned better. Nevertheless, it was a haven for a kid who needed something to hang on to, even if it was a fake thread, laced with fake glitter.