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TIME OUT

Ever since we moved here, I have taken off for a few days in August.

Just me.

Alone.

It is not about the heat.

The first two years, I did the Mojave, eastern and western. Another year I did the route out to Yuma AZ to see the prison and the plank road and the dunes.

Two years ago I went to see the Meteor Crater near Prescott AZ and then went down through Sedona and all.

Somewhere in there, I did Long Beach including a ride up the coast through Laguna. That one was a cool ride.

Then, last year, shit got complicated and I didn't do it; the vacation. I wanted to go to San Diego and see some shows at a venue on Shelter Island. But, I couldn't get a room on the whole Island or anywhere near on the dates of the shows I wanted to see. And so on.

This year, I thought I would replicate the Shelter Island trip and started looking at the concerts on offer.

Pretty slim pickings.

So I moaned to myself, considered Long Beach again or maybe another eastern jaunt out to the neighbor states.

Then an idea! Maybe, Shelter Island without concerts! Just the water and the ships and the marina and the room and walks and cool weather and sea gulls. Bingo.

It was the concerts that made it so tough to handle last year.

So, I thought and figured and talked to John and then signed up.

Almost immediately, I got excitement started. I had thoughts about side trips (the light house, La Jolla, Sea World? Nahhhh. Tickets again.)

But mostly, I am psyched about the ocean and being alone and hanging out watching ships. Simple stuff.

And, as it happens, cool.