I’m back. We decided to take a little vacation last week, our first opportunity to do so in over three years. Getting away from the drudgery of politics and The Stupidist Campaign in Living Memory was needed also. I had exceeded my cynicism levels to the point where it was getting hard to be objective in any sense of the word.
So Mary Ann and I packed up the Crabbmobile and headed off to Morro Bay. We really enjoy exploring California, possibly the most diverse state in the union for climate and terrain. We picked the perfect week to visit the coast, since the rest of you were boiling in the heatwave that has been bouncing around the country this summer. Morro Bay is usually covered in fog, and this time around was no different, but you can drive for a few miles in any direction to find sunshine and friendly people.
It’s been eleven years since our last visit to this neck of the woods, but not much has changed. The same little shops are still hawking the same t-shirts and nautical gimcracks and the restaurants are about the same as I remember them. Of course, the wife insisted that we patronize as many of them as possible. (Don’t tell the ‘shop local’ people.) Morro Rock hasn’t changed, although it is no doubt a few inches closer to Nevada County due to continental drift.
I’ll leave you with that much for now, and tomorrow will continue to bore you with our itinerary on the central coast. Be forewarned.