Chula Vista, California: We had a fairly lazy weekend. (Finally!) The temperatures are still in the high 80s/low 90s. the campground really filled up for the weekend and there were children everywhere enjoying everything this resort has to offer - which is really a lot. We hung out at the pool and had lunch in their Getaway Cafe. It wasn't great. It wasn't bad. It was something I did not have to cook myself though. Even with the crowds, the pool did not seem too busy and there were plenty of loungers and tables in the shade. There is also a splash zone at the pool (unnoticed on my first visit) and the toddlers were really enjoying playing in the streams of water shooting up.
I am going to assume this entertainer was hired by the resort: a cowboy with a guitar, a sound/karaoke machine and an amp. He was situated in the back of a pickup, which was driven slowly up and down all the streets in the RV park... singing country tunes.
It wasn't my shot of tequila cup of tea, but DT claimed the cowboy sang Brown Eyed Girl, which Jimmy sang at every concert (it's a Van Morrison song that Van calls his favorite Jimmy Buffett song). The cowboy also sang It's 5 O'clock Somewhere (an Alan Jackson song), but he did sing Margaritaville. Poorly. (I can really be snarky, no?) He cruised around thee resort for several hours - and had a tip jar. It was something one does not see/hear every day.
Our entertainment for the evening was the Oregon Duck v Nebraska game that began at 8p. Ugh. That's getting too close to our bedtime. We had dinner (that delicious super easy dish from New York Times, with black beans piled on a baked sweet potato and cheddar). It's so dang easy, I have no idea how it is a "recipe" - but I have now prepared it twice. Maybe it's the melted cheese. Maybe it is the toppings. Whatever, I really love this dish.
Watching outdoors in the warm evening air, the game went from bad to worse. Ducks were doing nothing, and the game went on and on. Well after ten o'clock, I went into bed, not being able to listen to Mr. Negative complain about his Ducks. Dave was just miserable, and joined me after a few minutes. He could learn the final score in the morning. Dang if the Ducks didn't pull a last-minute mirable and beat the Cornhuskers! The game was over at 11:45p.
Our plan for Sunday was to go to brunch at the nearby Gaylord Pacific Hotel, which opened in May of last year. It is (like all the Gaylords I think) massive and has a convention center, many restaurants/bars, 1600 rooms, and every facility one could imagine. To reach the hotel we walked along a very pretty bike path for one mile. The trail is magnificently landscaped with native plants and there are views over the bay.
We arrived too late for brunch, but found solace in their massive sports bar.
After lunch, we walked back to our RV and hunkered-down in our air conditioned camper to watch more "Duck" football (i.e. ex Duck QB Justin Herbert and his now 0-5 Chargers). Needlepointing occured. And no dinner for us after our big lunch. Tomato salads with sweet onion, Kalamata olives and anchovies.
Until my next update, I remain, your weekend correspondent.
Campsite Information: Sun Outdoors San Diego Bay