Last week Mensa and I began a drive up the west coast of the U.S., from L.A. to up past Seattle. We're headed to Whidbey Island to see my folks.
Day four now, and we've made it all the way up to Gilroy California, maybe four or five hundred miles from where I started (I keep getting distracted with stops along the way). Gilroy's "The Garlic Capital Of The World" (says so on the sign next to the big celery patch south of town).
I'm holed-up in the Rathole-6, I mean Motel-6. Plan A was to be camping in Big Sur right now, but this is the week the whole place caught fire.
Our first two nights we were camped here, Jalama Beach (between Pt. Conception and Vandenberg Air Force Base.
(I was in the green A-frame tent on the 2nd terrace down just slightly left-of-center. I got this picture using a kite to lift a camera)
This place is out there (by Southern California standards).
After a half-hour walk up the coast there's not another person for at least a mile in any direction. No boats, no goats, no motor cars. Not a single lux-u-ry.
Good place to toss the frisbee.
Did I mention we had the whole beach to ourselves?
Today, after we stop in San Jose to pick up a part to fix the flying camera rig (it crashed big-time on Wednesday night, but that's a tale for the Kite Aerial Photography forum) we're going to explore San Francisco. We'll start with a walk across the Golden Gate Bridge and back and see where we end up tonight.
Stay tuned for more!