We had ridden dirt bikes all over northern Baja. Thousands of incredibly remote frontier miles committed to memory. In fact, we were to the point where another weekend ride of 300 miles was becoming a milk run of sorts. Perhaps a little history and I will keep it short. When we moved to San Diego in 2000, I gradually bought enough dirt bikes so that my two boys and my daughter could ride as a family. We headed out to the California desert and had many good times camping and riding. The Markey family down the street had a son named Bob who was my son’s Matthew’s age. Stu Markey, the father, had bought Bob a bike while they lived in Monterey CA. The boys were classmates so eventually Stu and I met and shortly became friends. After two seasons of riding, the boys grew better than the California desert could dish out. We all would ride the 60 square mile park quicker than it took to drive out there. Stu Markey mentioned...
The following is an email that I sent out on July 29, 2016 with a Prelog and Prolog added for the reader to put the story in context. Prelog: Since moving to San Diego in 2001, I have been swimming with friends at La Jolla bay. At first the swims were during the summer to break the training boredom of swimming pools. After a while, we started to swim year-round. For sure every Friday morning before work and during the summer usually another on Monday or Tuesday. La Jolla is a wonderful place to swim because it is protected from boats and during the summer, the city places buoys out there for the swimmers. There is a ball buoy ¼ and ½ mile measured from the Cove. There are 6 more can buoys set up to create a “lane” or rectangle leading out to the measured buoys. Somewhere around 2010, the harbor seals started to take over the La Jolla cove. They were really fun to swim with but they really leave the beach an...