Cazalea takes readers on a picturesque walk through San Diego's Golden Hill, showcasing the natural beauty and urban landscape while wearing a Seiko 5. This post beautifully blends watch appreciation with travel photography, offering a unique perspective on daily wear and local exploration.
I admit I messed up. If I had planned farther ahead about this walk/watch-wearing business, I would have taken a Silver watch on the Silver Strand, and a Gold watch to Golden Hill. Sorry.
Today started wet, gray and cold. We thought "No rush, why hurry?" and were drinking tea in the dining room when the sunrise burst through the back window. Oops, up and out we went into the fog. A few blocks later we came to a clearing, and the skies looked like this!
Around that bend and we dove back into gray mist.
Half a mile more and the sun beat back the fog, and the sunrise promised to be beautiful.
At the bottom left you can see the construction crane at Balboa Park (if you remember from last weekend's walks).
We are now at a remote southeastern corner of Balboa Park called Golden Hill (a community of San Diego). I had no idea Balboa Park encompassed Golden Hill park until last week, although I have driven here many times.
Here's the Balboa Park Municipal Golf Course. We slipped through a gap in the fence to get this unobstructed view. I'm wearing a nifty Seiko 5 from my "I'll get to it someday" box. Last Saturday was the day I got to it!
We crossed the street away from the rec center and golf course, heading for the loop on the park's western bluff.
There was a guy feeding the squirrels. That's a bad idea because then squirrels do this, to any old stranger with a camera. Notice the frost on the grass!
As we kept walking, the sky was gradually brightening. The sun popped up and I caught it behind the trees.
There's that darn tower - from yet another angle, side-lit by the sun. It must have been magnificent 100 years ago when built; I'll bet it was visible from all over the city then.
From this angle you can see the massive Balboa Naval Medical Center, from edge to edge of my photo.
If I had lost my footing on the edge while taking the previous picture, I would have slid into this briar patch...
All that rugged danger and just beside me is this geranium. Such a contrast.
And another native competing with the San Diego downtown skyline.
Without the plant.
By the time I got my camera to focus on the infinity above me, these planes had passed each other on their parallel courses.
And I saw the moon too, overseeing our walk, and a flock of wild parrots.
We found a tiny stone amphitheater with a broken fountain and lots of stone steps.
Like the planes passing in the sky above, I take a picture shooting down while she takes a picture up.
Her photo:
We wandered through this old neighborhood for awhile, taking in the atmosphere.
There was still a Christmas feel around.
Or not.
I liked this neat and clean house, and his bravery parking a Bentley Convertible on the street in front.
We entered back into the park on our way to the truck.
and saw another greedy squirrel with no fear of us, whatsoever.
As we got back on the freeway we realized when we got home we might not see the sun all day.
Thanks for walking with us.
Cazalea
