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TravelPod Member ReviewsDiscovery Inn Seaside
Awfull, stay anywhere else but here..Rude, unhelpful owners. Dirty, old rooms they charged a fortune for. Only for the very budget concience customer.
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... earliest 1 hour train at 11:00 and still make it to the hotel by 4:00. Besides, since the train didn't leave until 11:00, and it was only 10 miles from the hotel, we could sleep in late. We had a plan!
We had been on a few train rides so far on this trip, but they were always diesel engines. The Sugar Pine Railroad used a 1928 Shay Steam Engine, originally wood fired, but converted to oil fired. It's an old logging ...
... was a great place and I enjoyed it.
Then I went to a beach off the road and walked around a little, then decided to head back to Monterey and watch the sunset there while eating Jack in the Box in my car.
It had been quite a while since I saw the sunset on the ocean. It was great! Today really felt like my birthday! Thank you God!
... we stop for lunch at the Olde Worlde town of Mariposa-saloon bars and wild west frontage - an old gold rush town - very old by American standards. We are given a warm welcome at the Gold Coin Bar and sit out on the verandah in the stifling heat saved only by the fans and the misting spray to cool us down. We clean up a very fine lunch and experience pork sliders for the first time. Possibly too fine a lunch as we realise when we saddle up for the long journey to ...
... where we stayed. A perpetual foggy mist clung to the RV park like barnacles. On the other side of the hills (a ten minute drive) the city was sunshine and blue skies, akin to being in two cities at once.
Even as we threaded our way South, keeping the Pacific Ocean to our right, the fog was being sucked in and blown out of the jagged coast line by hot and cold inland winds, grey pea soup on the inhale and sunshine on the exhale.
It was normal ...
... they’re Mario Andrete. Once we got off of that craziness and were able to breathe again, the coast was nothing but ours - BIG SUR HERE WE COME ! Along the way we saw a sign that said “Pebble Beach” - one of the things my dad recommended we check out. As we make a gradual right turn down a slight slope, we hit some toll booths - you jokin’? It costs money just to breathe the air down here and walk the sacred grounds of Pebble Beach?! As if we were going ...