My first husband was in the navy, and he was stationed on Coronado Island. We lived in downtown San Diego, on A street, at that time. Three years after we split, I met my forever husband at work in Rancho Bernardo. We had a house in Poway until we moved to Mississippi for a better job opportunity for DH. We're been here in OK since 2000, and we will retire here.
Once, DH and I were snorkeling at the Cove at La Jolla Shores. We had wet suits on for buoyancy, so we were bobbing along at the surface without effort. I heard a blast of air, lifted my mask to the surface and looked north. There was a pod of bottle- nosed dolphins approaching. I treaded water to show them I was friendly. DH saw the fins and turned immediately towards the cliffs. He swam like a crazy man, knowing that he would be eaten long before he reached the unclimbable cliffs. Later, when I assured him that anyone could have made that mistake, I realized that he and the ocean were incompatible. I've never seen a shark play in the breakers, and the attitude of the dolphins in the water was one of interest, not aggression. I didn't ask him to snorkel with me after that.