Fallbrook has been wonderful. It is an hour and a half away from the insanity of the big city, and has a truly charming feel. As Chuck, Mary Jo and I sat on their back deck eating dinner, we looked out at the surrounding hills dotted with grape vineyards, avocado trees, and Spanish-style houses. The only sound was the soft, warm evening breeze that brushed our ears as it drifted on by.
Today, Chuck and I went into Camp Pendleton (the large Marine base nearby) to see a museum of former military vehicles and the famous ranch house of a man that was the Mexican mayor of this area when Mexico owned it, and then became the first mayor of the area when the US gained it. We then did a little tour of Fallbrook as chuck showed me what the area has to offer, and it has proved to be a neat little town and much more than merely a community of rich old retirees that can't handle the city no mo'.
My first solo roadtrip has been a success. I've seen some neat sights, have reconnected with old friends and family, and have met some new people. Tomorrow, I take a quick flight back home from LAX, on which I will start to daydream about my next trip.

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