We met the Trips the first time in Usery Mountain Regional Park where we camp hosted for a long time. After that first meeting, we have been wanting to get together with them again. Finally, we have.
We met up at Cabrillo National Monument. Harrison and Gary walked together, sometimes behind our group, sometimes in front, but never in the middle, I noticed. I walked in the middle with Kimberly and Becka, the two girls, beside the moms and my dad. At some point, we made our way through so we could walk three abreast on the path and not bump shoulders with our moms.
We entered a lighthouse, where Kimberly immediately lifted her camera and started snapping pictures of anything that came into focus. Everyone took turns climbing the curly-q steps. A couple of us would be on the ground level, another of us would be on the second level, two of us would be trying to get through the grate at the top of the stairs, while the people in our group not stationary were dancing up and down the steps.
Harrison, Gary, and I were the last kids out of the lighthouse. Harrison was at the top of the stairs, beside me, and Gary was looking up at us from the bottom.
“I’m going to throw my hat down!” said Harrison, taking off his Tiger’s hat.
“I’ll catch it,” replied Gary, holding out his hands from below.
The hat flew down, and Gary caught it. Harrison was already descending the steps, but I was still at the top.
“Throw it back up!” I shouted down to Gary. He tossed the cap, and I touched it, but didn’t grab it. Harrison, from the middle level, made a daring reach over and snatched his hat, and then put it safely back where it belonged - on his head.
We explored down by the ocean. I awed the girls by skipping rocks over the water, and then tossed round rocks to Harrison and Gary, who were each trying to throw farther than the other. Harrison, with his left field arm, always won.
Us teens peered into the tide pools that were still left, even though the tide was in. Harrison and I got ‘kissed’ by the anemone when we brushed our fingers against the plants in the tide pools. Gary was on a search from crabs, his all-time favorite find. He also found a sea snail, which he held in his hand for Kimberly to snap a picture of.
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We went to Hodad’s for lunch. We crossed a certain BACON St. to get there. Hmmmm…. bacon…... BACON….. bacon….. where was I? Hodad’s! Oh yes! While waiting for our food (which included BACON I will add. No, conscious, you may not go off into a swirling void, dreaming about a certain kind of meat. You’re supposed to be helping me write a post here!) I taught Becka and Kimberly Blink, a game I hadn’t had enough time to teach them the first time we met. They are the fastest players of anybody I have ever taught, of which I was glad, because winning over and over and over gets boring after a little while. Then we got our bac - no, they were just burgers, just burgers with a pleasant taste I will not care to describe the cause of here.
We moseyed out of Hodad’s. Harrison tried taking a picture of _ _ _ _ _ St., but wasn’t tall enough, so Gary took it for him. Then we raced down to a different section of the public beach to get our feet wet. Upon returning back, we happened to notice that our time together was about up.
“Why can’t we play together at the park?” we asked the grown-ups, pleading with perfect puppy-dog eyes. Our imitations worked, and we followed the Trips to the park that was across from their campground. Harrison scrabbled to get the frisbee from underneath his seat, so we could play with the Trips. Although they weren’t as good as Harrison and I were used to, having played with only each other for a couple years, we scratched out a game of Ultimate Frisbee. Harrison’s team always won, with him being so good and so tall and so jumpy. Which means I always lost, because we decided it wouldn’t be fair to have both of us on the same team. But it was a really fun and laughable time, which is good, because that was what we aimed for.
Back at the cars, while the grown-ups quickly finished up their bits of talk, Harrison played his newest song, ‘Leaving Tomorrow’ for the Trips, who politely clapped at the end.
And perhaps another day, at another time, we can see and play with them again.