Catalina Trip

Okay, so I’m really behind in my posts. With school well underway and a house with some order, I might just be able to write a few more entries. Then again, I’ve been doing a little more reading and the fall season of TV is upon us…I’ll try.

Before school started, Lawson planned a Catalina trip. It was a surprise. I was told I needed to bring a swimsuit and that was all the information I was provided. I did guess Catalina early on, but there was no way Lawson was going to confirm my suspicions. I’m not sure if I like surprises or hate them. All I know is that I hate when Lawson reminds me that I don’t know what is happening. I can easily forget about a surprise, but when he said, “I wonder if you’ll like it” I wanted to hit him. And I did. A few times.

Driving onto the 710 from the 405, I knew we were going to Catalina. I was excited to spend a day away with him. We entered the terminal and started heading to the Catalina Express line. At least that’s where I was heading. As we were walking, I pushed Lawson toward the line saying in probably not the nicest voice, “Where are you going? You’re supposed to enter over there.” Little did I know he was heading in the right direction. We were heading to the counter of the kiosk next to Catalina Express. We were going to take a helicopter ride to Catalina!

I was very excited. (I have a pretty cool husband!) Neither of us had been on a helicopter before and both of us had mentioned wanting to go when we were contemplating a honeymoon trip to Maui. Although the ride was very short, it was so cool to see the land and water below us.

Once there, we went kayaking. I liked sharing in another one of Lawson’s firsts–kayaking. It was very warm that day and the cool water felt fabulous. We took a leisurely 2 hour kayaking trip along the shoreline. It was very relaxing. I think my favorite part was seeing a sea lion swimming by. Lawson’s favorite site might have been a group of people doing their fantasy football draft aboard a boat out in the water. Maybe one day.

That day we also took a golf cart around the island. I was a little scared riding down some of the hills with Lawson behind the wheel–in no way was his driving bad, it’s just that I feared tipping over and the brakes were making a funny noise. When it was my turn to drive, I could barely do it. I had to sit so that maybe an inch of my rear-end was actually touching the seat so that I could reach the pedal.

We also spent the day going miniature golfing, shopping, playing air hockey, and eating. Lawson did a great job planning a fun day for us. Writing this reminds me that I am very lucky to have such a thoughtful husband. I think I’ll go find him and give him a hug.