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Vineyard Hacienda   Leave a comment

 

 

Vineyard Hacienda in Spring Valley, California — Images by kenne

It’s not uncommon for people in Tucson to get away from the heat by either going to the White Mountains, Flagstaff or the San Diego area. The last couple of years we have gone to San Diego.

On our previous getaways, we stayed downtown, near Balboa Park, or at Pala Casino. Wanting to try something different, Joy started searching travel sites and learned about Vineyard Hacienda. It looked like a really cool place and had a lot of good reviews, so she scheduled a three-night stay.

When we left the forecast for Tucson was 106. When we arrived in Spring Valley the San Diego temperature was 105. So much for trying to escape the heat.

Vineyard Hacienda is a beautiful place, tucked away from a lot of hassle of metropolitan San Diego. Having only six rooms, the Hacienda provides the best of a B&B and a hotel. However, upon arriving, we learned the Vineyard Hacienda doesn’t have AC, a nice fan but no AC.

The temperatures in San Diego tend to be moderate, which is one of the reasons why it’s a great travel destination.  Having moderate temperatures in the summer is also why some authentic places may not have air conditioning. Under normal circumstances, this would be fine, but not during record-setting summer temperatures. 

We changed into our bathing suits and headed for the pool for a couple hours before going out to dinner at a local beer and burger place — great food. 

The next morning we learned that there was no water. Overnight the pump broke down. This was not good, especially since the forecast was for another day in the 100’s and no one seemed to know when the water would come back on. 

So, with no water and AC, we headed for the Coronado Island beach, followed by lunch in the Gaslamp Quarter of San Diego. Since it was still too hot to walk around the Quarter, we decided to head back to the Hacienda and spend the rest of the day by the pool.

As we drove back, we decided, water or no water we were going to check out the following morning, cutting our trip short by a day. Late in a day of another 105+ temperatures, the water was back on.

— kenne

Three Panoramas of Water Running In Sabino Creek   Leave a comment

 Panorama Above The Dam- blogAbove the Dam

Panorama at The Dam --2 blogWater Flowing Over The Dam

Panorama at The Dam Bridge-2 blogCreek Flow At The Dam Low-Water Crossing
Three Panoramas of Water Running In Sabino Creek, the First Time in Months — Images by kenne

 

Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay   Leave a comment

Blackberry Season In East Texas — Photo Essay by kenne

A walk in East Park

Thick woods where the swamp drains

Into the river.

— kenne

HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2017!   3 comments

tucson-sunset-blog Image by kenne

On this New Year’s day, taking notes from D. H. Lawrence.’s Fantasia of the Unconscious, I penned the following, with apologies to Lawrence:

New Year’s day,
Sunday at home

a light winter rain
refreshes the desert,

I ponder my mind,
psyche and soul,

whose trinity form
the powers of my

whole being
together speaking

in one voice, which
I can never deny.

When at last,
in all life’s storms,

my whole self speaks,
only to pause,

collecting itself into
pure silence and isolation –

perhaps after much pain,
the mind suspends

its knowledge, and waits.
It is then the psyche becomes

strangely still,
and after a pause,

there is a fresh beginning,
a new life adjustment

pushing a deep sigh
through every pore

fading into a mist —
a sense of mystery.

— kenne

Get Out And Hike In The New Year   Leave a comment

hiking-the-romero-pools-trail-blogHiking the Romero Pools Trail In the Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
(Larger Slideshow View of Romero Pools on Flickr)

The two hardest tests on the spiritual road
are the patience to wait for the right moment
and the courage not to be disappointed
with what we encounter.

— Paulo Coelho

Blue Door   4 comments

San Antonio, April 2009Blue Door — Image by kenne

Keeping still
is walking down over the dunes
when all my lips
would be boats
carried into port
by your body
beneath the benediction
of a day trembling
orange dahlias
above the pavement
in the alleys
in the doorways
in all the windows
where someone
is following the rhythm
yellow dark
dark yellow
of the birds
toward the river.

— Lucha Corpi

I Paint What I See   Leave a comment

NogalesComputer Painting by kenne

The meaning of a word

— to me — is not as exact

as the meaning of a color.

Colors and shapes

make a more definite

statement than words.

— Georgia O’Keeffe

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