I pulled to the shoulder and questioned a guy walking on a good place to grab a bite to eat. He was about my age, maybe older, and first impression said he had lived a rough life. He pointed west up a windy road and said "Paula's, her place is the best." I thanked him and guessed my way to Paula's.
It turned out to be great. The waitress was stereotypical of a place like this, 60+ years old, blunt with every word that comes out of her mouth and called you "hunny" after every sentence. I asked what was good and ended up with my favorite...fish 'n chips.
The sun rose late which made it difficult to get out of bed. The wind forced my head under my sleeping bag. Failure, a goal of running and catching the morning colors of the sun on the clouds would not be met.
I opted for the off road ride. I left the xterra, which salivates for moments like this, back at the camp and grabbed a seat to snap some shots with the camera.
Early Saturday there was a fishing derby. The guys below are part of the Light and Power group at our church. Its a ministry for the mentally challenged. They were so happy even though they only caught three fish total.
This was the first sightings of fall in the Southwest. There isn't much in Loma Linda but the mountains reminded me what the rest of the country was enjoying.
Some picked up a paintball gun. In the end, those with left over ammo, lined up Civil War style and unloaded on each other.
It was foggy Sunday.
Jim is the men's pastor at Trinity. He brought great insight to the group and challenged me personally in many ways.
Some guys car was stuck on a stump. I guess they decided to pick it up to fix the problem.
Most of the members of my cabin.
Most of the group.
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