Brett and I went down the mountain (yes, CherylAnn, the "horrible" Ortega highway) for breakfast in San Juan Capistrano.
It was foggy when we left the community.
In San Juan Capistrano, there was a vet waving a flag at cars from the freeway overpass.
He was still there when we drove past on our way back home. Everybody was honking and waving. Brett was wiping his eyes -- I think its a particularly difficult memory for firefighters and cops. At least it is for my cop.
The people in the foggy first flag photo had moved their flag to half mast. There are a number of firefighters in their family.
Brett and I drove around our community looking at all the flags.
And, lastly, home. Brett hung our flag from the viewing stand, by the arena, in the center of our property.