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Thursday, February 16, 2012

One of a Kind, Me.

Look, a pointer.

I had to make a trip back to the West Coast for some unfinished business. I know, poor me. It was a tough job but I knew I was up to the task.

I viewed this as my chance to do the things I kept saying I needed to do the last time I said I needed to do them and didn't. Did you follow that? Good.

First stop - Canine Companions. Sure, we'd been here before when we met Dean Koontz but we'd never taken a picture by that sign. You know, that sign. 

The sign that lets everyone know that this is where Dean Koontz has been. I've been meaning to take a picture here for five years. Yes, five years.

It's amazing what you do when you know you won't be around anymore. Which is why we ran across the street to the cemetery.

Why you ask? Because we always said we were going to stop for a long time. How long? Well...

We've been seeing this graveyard for...that's right...five years. Rumors flew. Pet cemetery, Indian graveyard. Time to find out.

Look at that - the burial place of Oceanside's founders. Mystery solved. It was a peaceful hill overlooking Mission San Luis Ray. Sure, not as exciting as a Pet Cemetery but...wait.

There was a headstone outside of the cemetery in the far corner. We had to investigate. Well, what do you know! A cat grave site. Okay, so there was a little truth to the rumors.

You find the best things on the street.
Another thing I'd always wanted to to in San Diego was go horseback riding. I had been trying to find a place for years but to no avail. It was either for couples or lessons.

I didn't want lessons and well, Mike didn't share my enthusiasm for the horse. I wasn't faring too well. I gave up my search. But then, as if the one-last-mission fairies were shining down upon me, there it was.

Well, maybe not the fairies, more like Groupon and Living Social. I got my ride at Vineyard Trail Rides in Ramona. I opted for the 9 a.m. slot. Sure, it was early but besides the guide, who was also the owner, I was the only person on the trail. This is how it should always be.

Gallop, trot, cantor, whatever. I could do it all in peace. I didn't have to worry about anyone else enjoying their ride either. Just me. My horse was great too. I barely had to do anything and of course it was another beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky. Another good reason I took the early time slot. It was still cool but by the time I was done it was starting to heat up.

There was a bonus on the trail. It was actually a "ride and drink" offer. You take a two-hour trail ride and get a wine tasting.This may come as a shock but I actually forgot my wine.

*Gasp* I actually was in it for the ride. I know, I know, how could I. We rode for an hour, took a brake where I had my mini bottle, then continued for the next hour.

I didn't realize I left my bottle until I was driving away. And the tears came to my eyes.....

As you can see, I like to do my own thing. I love it when someone wants to come along and join me in my adventures. The more the merrier. If you don't want to, that's okay, I'm fine trying things solo. I don't want to want to miss out on something because I was alone or felt silly doing it. 

I still haven't finished my list of needed sights to see. Yes, the list has gotten smaller but it does seem like the list is never ending. Which just means more traveling. I'm not complaining.

It's great to be unique, one of a kind, or as that great sign on the street says, the Black Sheep. Normal is so overrated.

Black Sheep are the best. Dirt is harder to find on them.

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