After some speedy like lightening Saturday morning marking we were off to Studio Sweat so that I could do my first ride. It was a live-feed meaning that the class was being broadcast live to subscribers. Many in my Sweaty Friends group participated and really got a kick out of seeing me in the front row.
We then headed downtown to clamber over the rocks at the Cabrillo National Monument.
Next on the agenda was a stroll along the beaches in front of the famous Del Coronado Hotel on Coronado Island [link to map]
|We ended yesterday with donuts so I thought I had better pick up my game this morning.|
|This morning's office.|
|Studio Sweat is all abuzz as they prepare for their live feed class.|
|Trainer Bethany saved me a seat of honour in the front row.|
|Getting a little rest while chatting with Studio Sweat owner, Cat Kom.|
|Trainer Bethany is on to me. "Move faster, Team Canada!'|
|Then, it is back on the bikes to end things off.|
|Phew, finally getting that heart rate down now that class is over.|
|There are a few more classes in my future.|
|The cliffs at Cabrillo State Monument overlooking the tide pools.|
Many pelicans and cormorants sunning themselves down below.
|Down we go!|
|Hmm, tide pools, eh? We saw the odd mini sea anemone, one tiny cluster of baby gooseneck barnacles, |
some limpets, mini snails and 2 tiny crabs. Nothing of note; however, the rock formations were very interesting and beautiful.
|This was a great place to have an orange and listen to the crashing waves.|
|Air show, pelican-style.|
|Juan Cabrillo. 1542, sails into modern day San Diego.|
|Looking east towards San Diego. Lots of schooners and, not seen, |
massive technical sailing vessels suitable for the America's Cup.
|Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery is seen on both sides of the road at|
the neck of the peninsula as you approach and leave the Cabrillo National Monument.
|We cruise through the lobby of the Del Coronado Hotel and feel like we are back on the Holland America MS Zaandam.|
|We secretly wondered how much these folks paid to sit in the hot sun and wind to drink champagne while doing a directed painting of the likeness of . . .. . The Little Mermaid. It was a head scratcher!|
|Marianne is snug as a bug as we end our first full day.|