Mimi's been sleeping here in front of the monitor for the last few weeks. Not the best excuse in the world for not blogging, but it's a pain just the same. Just when you think you have something written she sits up and starts scratching and washing. When I try to reach around her to turn things on or see where to click she bites me. She's outside at the moment so I might have a chance to post if I'm quick. I have vacation pictures and it's time to put them up.
Yes, we went back to Moro Bay. We stayed at the Pleasant Motel again, it's a nice place. I had a bad head cold and couldn't hike without having to go lay down every few minutes , so we saw a lot more of the town this trip.
We went back to the bird Sanctuary. It was a lot mellower and there wasn't any death that we could see. I wish I could post the wonderful smell of all the eucalyptus trees. It makes you feel very alive and awake. It almost masked the smell of bird poop. Ah nature!
We ate breakfast at Kitty's Kitchen.
Then we started driving north towards San Francisco and our friend in Alameda. I love the road that goes from just south of Cambria over the coastal range to Paso Robles. You can see the ocean off in the distance. From one point you can see Morro Rock.
We met some young people up there riding bikes from Cambria to Morro Bay. They'd taken a very hilly wrong turn and were slightly lost. He was doing fine, but she was really hot and tired. I hope they got where they were hoping to go. There was a road further on that would get them back to the coast, but the distances on their map were a lot further in real life. It's a beautiful place when you're going downhill.
We stopped in San Miguel and walked around an old adobe near the mission. There was a huge old cactus in the garden. It had to be 12 feet tall, at least.
I didn't take any pictures on the drive north. We hadn't been up Hwy 101 to San Francisco for at least ten years. The little farming towns have grown and the whole route has been built up. It used to be a long and boring drive, though not as boring as Hwy 5. Now it's a lot more interesting. Will there be a solid string of urban stuff all the way up the state some day? I hope not. I was interested in all the vinyards. I don't remember them from before. It's a good business, we make good wine in California.
Sometime late in the afternoon we got to Alameda, and found our way to our friend's house. There was happiness, sanctuary, a drink of water, and a nice place to sit in the sun.