Da Plane! Da Plane!

Posted January 29, 2016 – Narrated by Carmen
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The best part of adventure is the anticipation.

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Jim’s digital “chain,” a navy tradition of counting down the last day in the office

Any chance to look up from our packing, prepping, and house selling activities brings on butterflies. We feel like a couple of kids – babes in the woods.

The details keep us grounded so, we press on.

We sent Beauty off to Rick’s RV Service Center for a Spa Week!

Rick's RV Center
Rick’s RV Center – January ’16

No major worries, just some proactive deep-tissue maintenance. She emerged today with new brakes drums, magnets and bearings and since she’s pushing 15 years-old, they installed new grey and black water tank valves.

Taking Beauty back to the storage lot and driving away feels like abandonment – but we leave her in good hands. The KOA – located on the Chula Vista side of the Sweetwater River is my old stomping grounds.

Fresh from Seattle, Washington, my family settled in the KOA during summer of ’71 while house hunting.

The other side of the river is National City where Jim’s friend, Scott introduced us to each other on 16th Street.

The Chula Vista KOA is one of those full-circle things – a landmark for my life in California.

Transplanted navy brats like us are an untracked dynamic of the San Diego census.

We land here with world travels under our belts, go to high school, and when the parents deploy, transfer, or retire to their state of origin we stick around – especially back in the ’60’s and 70’s when California residents qualified for free college tuition.

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San Diego skyline captured during Happy Hour at Candela’s in Coronado.

Due to moving so often in my youth, I have never truly developed a sense of “place” – only a list of destinations.

My place of origin is Alabama, but relocated to another state while an infant so I can’t honestly call it home.

I’ve never lived in Mississippi but I call it home because my folks live there.

I also call Italy home because I stayed long enough to remember living there.

It’s only proper to answer the question, “Where are you from” in one or two words, so I never intrude on others and, when personally addressed, skillfully divert the conversation (Either that or people think I’m a spy!)

But, life on the road virtually begs the question so, I am practicing.

When asked, “Where do you call home?” I will make reference to Beauty as she embodies everything I have ever known as home: a list of destinations.

And, when asked, where I’m from, I will say, “I’m from Coronado, California, a suburb of San Diego” … but, like Beauty, Coronado is so much more …

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Pico de Gallo Great Explorer of The Universe has discovered an ancient inscription in the sidewalk across the street from the Coronado Golf Course near 5th & Glorietta. You have to be old enough to speak 1970’s TV to understand it, but it translates, “You Have Arrived!”

Most locals call it The Island.

Realtors seem to favor The Crown Jewel of San Diego, and tour guides flaunt Emerald City because of Coronado’s connection to L. Frank Baum.

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A lovely January garden on Star Park Circle across from the Wizard of Oz house. And, yes, that is a strawberry … in January.
Wizard Of Oz house
The Wizard Of Oz house on Star Park Circle in Coronado, a historical residence of L. Frank Baum.

Here, a million dollar home can be a 850 square-foot shotgun shack erected 120 years ago to summer the families of New York city children and their nannies.

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A chilly January day in paradise

But not all homes here are tiny.

Nado (more insider slang) is known for its period architecture.

Victorian, craftsman and contemporary beach homes priced between two and twenty million are empty most of the time – occupied barely long enough to keep the owners exclusive Hotel Del Coronado Club memberships warm.

Hotel Del Coronado
The historic Hotel Del Coronado lit up for the holidays.

But, “We” of The Coronado Ghetto elite (the shaggy-chic, alley-rat, year-round hoods we run with) find a modest 2-bedroom 1-bath slips us nicely between the sheets of what any sane person would recognize as the most exclusive, charming and historic beach community in SoCal – even though older residents bemoan tourism as an encroachment on our tiny village.

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Jim, with his madmen era alabaster ashtray, samples a smoke on our deck
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Carmen’s got something cooking at Spreckles Park. Photo by Denise Jones – visit the blog, www.newfinmysoup.blogspot.com, for great recipes and photos

But, as I consider myself a perpetual newcomer, encroachment isn’t on my radar.

And besides, what would we do without Zonies letting us know Summer is upon us?

When the first heat wave hits Arizona the curious desert dwellers burst from their air-conditioned mini-mansions and dash – before their couture sandals can melt on pavements – into their Mercedes SUV’s where they will sip contentedly through a six-pack of tiny iced coffee drinks on a gripping and grueling 8-hours westerly commute of hellishly hot interstate toward the luxurious reward of cool Baja breezes from the expansive Pacific.

You can always spot a Zonie by their tanned, leathery skin and indoor mall fragrance.

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Nicky Rottens – down the street from our home

In January (Zonies long departed with the Labor Day festivities) our more elegant, northern cousins fly in.

Canadians alight upon the sands, unfurling near-naked limbs, fluffy and white, confirming to shivering locals – leaning in to the harsh below-70s conditions in beach parkas and full wet-suits – that winter has indeed arrived.

Sand Castle on Coronado Shores
Sand Castle on Coronado Shores – a favorite place for elaborate proposals of marriage and scenic weddings.


Why of course and the security firm would be the fully armed and loaded United States Pacific Fleet – thank you very much – the very institution that brought Jim and me to this island …

The island where my sister Deborah was born when Daddy was assigned to work with experimental aircraft called “helicopters” and where Jim’s father recovered from wounds he incurred during WW2, then later retired to a civilian job on North Island, four blocks away from this very house …

Other than an itinerant musician, and a few people on witness protection, most of our neighbors washed up here … ex-military, dependents or retired …

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Jim and Pico at the Hotel Del. Jim wears his USS Kearsarge hat in honor of his Dad. Carmen’s dad also served on the Kearsarge, one voyage later.

There’s just no downside to living in Coronado.

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Coronado Shores

It’s a dog-friendly, cycling, kayaking and walking-friendly community …

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Jim paddles home on the bay side of Coronado
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The bridge and a public art tree on the exquisite Bayshore Bikeway
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Carmen and her doggie nephew, Georgie (on the ground) Miss Winnie (in the stroller) and Pico de Gallo Great Explorer of The Universe (top of the stroller) at Coronado Brewing Company, a 5 minute walk from our home.

… and, the village boasts one of the best micro-breweries in San Diego, Coronado Brewing Company. Jim is already experiencing severe separation anxiety from its beneficent taps.

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Where there’s a will, there’s an IPA.   Jim has a bold remodeling idea for Beauty …
Coronado Brewing Company
Our local pub. The Coronado Brewery. Jim’s Happy Place.

So, why are we leaving?

We don’t know. Better to ask, “Why stay?”

Why not stay and experience what we well know is a perfectly lovely existence till the end of our days.

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Our favorite daytime hang out. The patio of the Coronado Golf Course Clubhouse

Or, should we pluck the fruit before it falls – set out and discover places we may otherwise never experience for ourselves…

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January is the height of citrus season – despite the drought the branches are bulging with fruit.

In the ancient story of the garden, angels brandished flaming swords to prevent the man and woman (Adam and Eve) from ever turning back toward home.

For me and Jim, those fiery obstructions are steadily increasing property values in Paradise.

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The “other side” of Coronado

So, the answer to the “why leave” question is: “It’s time.”

Like our Dads who departed Dixie – because staying probably felt like surrender – we still have enough youth in us to launch out … to see more, do more, live more!

Maybe it’s foolish to believe you can ever truly extract oneself from a place you’ve called home for twenty years.

Perhaps, it would be prudent to leave a trail of breadcrumbs.

Coronado Bridge

Will we drive away and live happily ever after? or will we feel the pull of the leash and return to Coronado?

All I can say is, we avoid making long term plans because other powers – like mortality – do that for us.

But, soon, we will drive The Beast over the bridge to the KOA, hitch up and go live in Beauty because like the gal in the ruby slippers says, “There’s no place like home … there’s no place like home.”

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If you want to see our exact route, click here.

*photos in this post (unless otherwise noted) were taken and copyrighted by Living In Beauty.