When you hear “Hoover Dam,” what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Mine is that scene in the movie San Andreas where it collapsed due to a massive earthquake. You probably don’t know this about me, but I’m terribly afraid of sink holes. Any news about tremors and what they may have caused freak me out. I mean, how can one ever be prepared for something like that?
Since I started working in March last year, Roan and I have been on the lookout for any form of time-off from work. Long weekends are our favorite; they call for traveling, whether by plane or by land, and we take advantage of every opportunity we get. Being the road trip junkies that we are, Roan and I agreed to drive all the way to Nevada for Labor Day weekend last year.
I’ve been living in San Diego for a year and half now, but I haven’t really explored much of San Diego as a local. I mean, my last San Diego-related post was from Christmas last year. Yikes. In an attempt to rectify this, Roan and I got ourselves annual memberships at the San Diego Zoo. We thought we got a really good deal with our membership since it includes unlimited entry to the Safari Park in Escondido, too.