Saturday 

Saturday is a day of rest and packing.  Breakfast was close to lunch at the Golden Egg Omelet House in Escondido. We discovered this place several years ago, and it merits at least one breakfast out each time. The poster-sized menu lists 99 combinations of omelets with substantial insertions such as corned beef, Polish sausage, avocado (this is avocado country), broccoli, onions, and many others. And if the combinatios don’t suit, you can order your owmcombination. The other column lists the more pedestrian breakfast and lunch selections.     Bread and toast possibilites include Dudley’s bread, a date and nut bread popular in the region, that is more than the sum of its parts. It’s a popular place on any morning and especially a Saturday.

A quick stop at the supermarket to lay in some last supplies for Saturday dinner, and then a long tour of the back roads down to Encinitas, up the coast on the Pacific Coast Highway with a pause to watch the ocean at Carlsbad, up to Oceanside and past the mission San Luis Rey, then back through Gopher Canyon to the resort.  Baron announces loudly that he is not tired, so it must be the big breakfast that puts him to sleep, and he is not enamored of the ocean, just wants to go home.   



Clouds have rolled in and the temperature has fallen, so the possibility of another visit to the pool and waterslide fades, and the rest of the evening will be slow and easy.  Sunday morning will require an early rise, 5:30 AM, to make it to the airport by 8.

Baron seems of two minds about going home to Wisconsin, which is as it should be.