Even though we’ve had a very mild winter here in the Pacific Northwest, I was still soooooo excited to get away to some California sunshine. Our flight landed early and coincided nicely with Erik & Nerissa’s arrival. After buying all of the groceries that we could fit into the rental car, we made our way to the ferry terminal for our trip to Catalina. They had this handy topographical map. Whose idea was it to run a marathon on this mountainous rock?
And, of course, Erik & I had to get our picture taken with the pirate bison!
(Fun fact about Catalina: back in the in the 20’s a film crew brought bison to the island to film a western. Naturally, they left them behind and the herd flourished on the island. Now, they are part of the island’s local wildlife.)
After a long wait in line, we were onboard the ferry, (im)patiently waiting for departure:
The ride over was quite lovely. We saw a bunch of dolphins as we neared the island, jumping and frolicking in the ocean ahead of us. Naturally, any attempts to photograph them with my iPhone were futile, so picture dolphins in this view:
After so many years, I was nervous that it would have gotten ruined, but it was still just as beautiful as I remembered.
We picked up our key and took a taxi to our condo, approximately a mile or so from town. It was like stepping into an episode of “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.” I mean, this was the view from our balcony:
Wicker-palooza on said balcony:
I thought they did a nice job with the mission-style architectural touches inside.
But the highlight was this:
I mean, look at that tub! (Sounds of choral music) I felt a little guilty about the giant bathtub, given the very serious drought situation that California is in, but after a hilly marathon, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!
It was a chill evening, given the ungodly early hour I had to get up the next morning. We grilled some chicken and hung out on the balcony. I laid out all of my race stuff and went to bed early in the fruitless quest to get a good night’s sleep.