Walking La Jolla Blues

Not that I had time to kill, but I needed a long walk.  So I walked from the village back up to Torrey Pines (OK, with a short shot on the bus in the middle) and it was mostly about close-up views of how California is really a creature of the automobile.  But in the last leg I got to the Salk Institute, took a left toward the Pacific, and found myself in a huge dirt parking lot with a truly spectacular view.

I was hoping to find the golf course, and navigate back to my room from there, but it seemed impenetrable until I spotted a gate across the moonscape of the lot.

But when I got there, the gate was chained and locked, so I wound my way to the left, towards the ocean, and wondered when they would run out of chain link fence.

Eventually they did, and the views in most directions made it pretty clear why lots and lots of people want to live here.

I walked through the brush (I'm in a suit, but no tie, and tennis shoes) and found myself on a deep back nine hole, greeted by five rabbits.  Three stuck around for a photo.

They seem to live a good life, these guys.  I saw about a hundred as I made my way back to the hotel.  Not tame, exactly, but they didn't seem to regard me as a predator.  Which I'm not.  Unlike some of the golfers... there was one who had hit way too close to another group, said the sun was in his eyes, he was sorry, but the targets were unforgiving.  So he yells, "If you can't accept my apology then kiss my ass!"

I'll take the rabbits.