Back to the Insanity

Ken and I enjoyed lounging around again this morning. We put off moving around and getting ready to avoid the inevitable - checking out. I managed to get another picture of out Ken this morning, and it looks good enough for our Anniversary frame.

We traveled around the town and went onto the Main Base both North and South. After a few more really bad directions, we learned that Point Loma Naval Base does not have a decent Exchange and their signs suck. We went to Pass and ID only to find out that they no longer handled IDs - mine is going to expire so we figured we'd handle that since we were on a base. 

Luckily, the woman at "Pass and ID" was able to give really good directions and we followed them and went off base to find the location for the ID Cards which was in building 400 - which was directly after  Building 285 and before Building 370.  The numbering system makes no sense whatsoever there!!

Ken was really wanting to find some items that we can typically only find on a Base, so we took the directions to the MCRD and went there. Ken called it the "Hollywood Marines" and he explained why to me the entire time we were there. The Marine Corps Recruiting Depot in San Diego is really nice. Apparently, it is a lot nicer than Perris Island where Ken went, and calling the Marines that graduate from MCRD the "Hollywood Marines" is how the other graduates feel better.  Ha!!  We found the Christmas ornament for our tree to commemorate this trip, but we weren't able to find the glove liners or the pens that Ken wanted at the MCX. Oh well. 

It was graduation day, so we had to get through all of the families. Ken cannot believe that Marines are allowed to enlist at the tender ages of 12 of 14 - which is what these young men looked like to us. Sadly, that makes us the "old people" on base. Yuck!

Lucky for me, my husband is a good sport, and he tolerated me taking a picture of him with the Hollywood Marine Corps sign.  HeeHee

After stopping for lunch, we headed home.  Thankfully, we didn't get stuck in too much traffic. I was worried about the Vegas traffic since we left late on a Friday afternoon, but we did pretty well getting home. 

(Now that we're back in the High Desert rather than the warm beach area, I'm sure that Ken will continue to complain that he's cold, but at least he'll be justified.)