Woke up with a plan to tour the birthplace of my summer home……the Lance Camper Factory. When calling to confirm my visit I was told the person who does the tours retired due to a medical condition and that they couldn’t do another tour until the following Wednesday…..that wasn’t going to work for me.
So I spent the next seven, that’s right, seven hours catching up on this blog……Must have refilled my small coke at the fountain station seven times . It’s the photos that take so darn long to upload……longer than the time it takes to type the text…….but blog fans, I’m not complaining. It’s actually kind of fun to recount the days and pass on special messages to people in your life……..you feel connected……..and heck, you’re all worth it.
Next it was continuing the drive up the coast with stops in Santa Barbara where my only association was the old soap opera entitled Santa Barbara. It just so happened that that stupid show was on every day when I got home from school and I somehow got hooked on it. I do realize I probably just lost considerable man points with this revelation but I have to tell it like it is. Needless to say the beautiful Eden, the evil Mason Capwell, or the mega hunk Cruz Castillo were no where to be found.
Santa Barbara was however a ritzy seaside town with beautiful homes rising from the sea and climbing to the clouds….again, I gravitated to the skate park and passed a few idle minutes watching….
When you leave Los Angeles you have a choice when traveling to San Francisco. You can blast up the interstate and be there in about three hours…but I chose the scenic route, up coastal route 1 along the cliffs and beaches beside the Pacific Ocean. The drive was spectacular, and one of the highlights of entire trip. The hills and mountains drop strait into the sea and the road wound in and around these outcroppings providing some amazing scenery and some scary moments.
At one beach I came across a group of high school kids who were congregating around a fire. They were acting like typical teens horsing around etc, but at one point this kid pulls out a guitar and all, and I mean all of them start singing. The words were in inaudable but they had to be part of some religious group. It was……wonderful. They sounded eerie and enchanting……and as the sun set, it created quite a moment.
After a walk around the seaside town of Prismo, CA, I called it quits for the day ….. It seemed silly to continue such a scenic drive in the dark.
I look forward to the blog each day like I used to look forward to the crazy plot line of Santa Barbara. Having googled it, I was interested to see that it was played on ITV in England for 4 years and other networks for 5 more years after that. It was aired in 2 half hour episodes on either side of the midday news, instead of the hour long version we tried to squeeze in before dad got home from school. We were meant to be doing that 1/2 hour of homework then...Go bus driver go! I gotta do my homework! Right Matty?
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