Shorthand Continued - Days 41-42
Day 41: I awoke before dawn in Santa Barbara, CA, and went across the street to the beach to seek out the sun rise. I couldn't find it. The morning fog was so dense as to conceal it entirely.
Seismic and I went to breakfast at a Cajun diner where the local police eat. I had an amazing blackened catfish eggs Benedict...it may not sound it, but it is a tasty combination. After a trip to the bookstore to replace my lost and essential Scenic Highways bible, we headed north on Route 1. With scenic views of the ocean on the left and a variety of hills and cliffs and forests and farms on the right, the Pacific Coast Highway is a ride to be appreciated. We overnighted near San Simeon, at the foot of Hearst Castle. A short stroll from our lodging netted us: the Pacific Ocean, the sea glass guy, a little alcove of climbing rocks, imaginary whales, and a spectacular sunset with rays refracting through a mild haze, and the sun dipping into the ocean just to the west of a jetty of piled rocks. Shoulda brought some beers. A dinner of four appetizers and a dessert of dense cheesecake and Irish coffee topped off the evening.
Day 42: Hearst Castle. We spent the morning touring it and imagining what it would be like to
be
rich beyond comprehension. The crazy things that were done to create this beautiful, unbelievable extravagance, WOW. Preserved as it is, it does bring you back to a time and feel of the era and the legends and immortals who filtered through it. From there we were headed to S.F., Route 1 all the way. Seismic has lived there for the last 15 years and was surprised and delighted the undiscovered overlooks, hidden restaurants and towns, forests secluded along the coast and a tourist popular waterfall that all were a day trip from her city. Heady stuff.
From 11AM Wednesday through 8PM Saturday; Phoenix through the desert to Joshua Tree; 
the forgettable San Bernadino; Santa Barbara; Solvang up Route 1 and the coast to Cambria; Heast Castle and home; 1000 wonderfilled miles. Thank you Seismic. Wine country? Yosemite? Perhaps Bryce Canyon...they say it's the best.
Tomorrow Max is off to school, and Sis has Ries, and Dix is at work. Wake me for dinner.
3 comments:
Are you just throwing in pictures just because you can?
Without any explanation?
Who is the gray haired guy in New Balances with a fancy wedding ring -- and why are we looking at him?
Is that you throwing a rock in the ocean like Balboa christening the Pacific?
And I guess the blue on blue swimming pool is Hearst's, but who is the god looking down on it? Zeus? Poseidon?
Now that you're in SF, you can go over to Green Apple Books and do some research on where you've been.
--Buz
http://www.greenapplebooks.com/cgi-bin/mergatroid/index.html
Good questions Buz. Because of the slowness of uploading pictures, I select the pictures and start them uploading first. I usually plan to have something specific to write about them, but when I got done writing, I had not mentioned them. As for the gray guy, we talked to him for a while about sea glass he was scouring for. Yes me throwing rocks into the pacific. And the Hearst pool is overlooked by Neptune and is the most photographed pool in the world. Somehow I would think Heffner's pool is more photographed and has more interesting pictures.
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