My friend, and old flying buddy left to go back to Alaska this morning. It has been a fun week, seeing her again after many years. We both left Colorado around the same time, and we both have had adventures since then. Her adventures continue to happen as she lives near ice and snow and works with helicopters.
Yesterday, while she went on her own to Big Sur again, I drove up to Santa Cruz, and spent the afternoon with my son, Ronnie. We had a nice lunch around 2 p.m. when we were the only folks in the restaurant. Then we sat in the car on the cliffs watching pelicans and other birds fly in harmony. Beautiful.
We also saw spurts of water in the air from whales a few miles out in the water. Sail boats were moored close enough to watch the show.
Lovely day, and now I miss my friend.