I just got back from a 24-hour instant-spur-of-the-moment day away from L.A. drive up Highway 1 to Carmel-by-the-Sea. Our friend, Kim, mentioned that it’s a great place to visit and the drive is remarkable. She, her husband, Jim, and son, Jack, seem to make Carmel the place they go to deflate. Far enough away from the “ugh” that is Los Angeles and work, but close enough to drive (and the view ain’t half bad). About 5 hours, depending on weather and if any of the Coast Highway is washed out by rain. So, we took them up on their suggestion.
We managed to get a friend to stay at the house last night (thanks, Andrea) so Bubba wouldn’t be lonely, and we took off at 5am Saturday morning.
We took the 101 to Santa Barbara and San Louis Obispo. We have been this far before. Several trips to Hearst Castle made this part of the drive seem familiar. Don’t get me wrong. It’s beautiful. To see the giant sea lions lounging around and groaning on the beach just north of San Simeon is a real treat. There’s something kind of scary, to be honest, about them. They are so huge and so foreign looking that I am repulsed and in awe at the same time.

I should preface this blog by explaining that we’ve had some seriously wet weather here in California. The downpours also brought surf advisories. Waves of up to 20-30 feet were predicted. Now mind you, these were the waves I expected California to have when I first moved here. But no. Not even slightly. The waves around Huntington Beach, Surf City, Beach Boy Mecca, aren’t even a quarter of that. But there is still a lot of surfing. When I saw these “weather-warning-waves” I was pretty amazed. That was one angry ocean named for peace. All the way up the coast we saw some curls and washouts that were really wild. I caught some of them on film.
When we broke away and finally got onto the real coast highway I was first surprised at how high we were. Antoinette, a good friend, warned us to take highway 1 up the coast (meaning north). She’s a little shy of the sheer drop-offs you face if you take highway 1 going south. We heeded her advise. Man, the drive was awesome. I hope I don’t overstate that. I think we were lucky that it was right after all of the thunderstorms. The highway was pretty deserted. There are hairpin turns galore, some flagmen and stoplights along the way because of washouts due to the storm, I guessed, and just a general feeling of “pay attention” that had to be respected.
For all the trouble California is in: Taxes, Debt, Housing, Orange County, Medical marijuana. The one thing it truly has is beauty! Wyoming has always been my favorite state. I’ve been to all 50. There is something about the wildness of Wyoming, the mountains in the west, the prairies of the southeast. But it will have to step aside now that I have seen a fairly large share of California. Yosemite, Redwoods, The Far-north, San Francisco, Joshua Tree, the Hollywood Sign (come on, you love it, you know you do) and now, the drive up Highway 1 to the Monterey Peninsula.
I hope these pics do it some justice.



Don’t worry, I’ll calm down. You have to understand it was my first time and I didn’t have real high expectations.
Carmel is a charming town with a lot of rich people. Pebble Beach, a lot richer people. Spanish Bay, the same. Monterey is kind of slumming (sorry). We had to pay $9.25 for the privilege of driving through the “rich part of town” and hobnobbing with the swells.
But the Monterey Bay Aquarium is, again with that word, Awesome. A real work of art and science.
We tooled around the aquarium, had a great dinner at Pacific’s Edge restaurant at the Highlands Inn, walked through Carmel in the morning, this morning, and then took highway 101 back to L.A. It was one day very well spent.
So…………if I had such a great time, why is the name of the column “Kvetching”? Because in all our wanderings every pastry shop, bakery, dessert place we could find, the product was TERRIBLE!!! Nothing looked appetizing!! I was so downhearted that amongst all this so-called high quality there wasn’t a single bakery that lived up to the standard these people should be accustomed to!
God, why can’t I have my own place!!!!
a beedabeeedabeedabbed, that’s all folks!
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