Estero Bay Motel
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... way down to 76. By this evening on the beach for a sunset it was down to 63.
The landscape was just as varied. Of course, around Oakhurst the terrain was steep mountains about the height of the Catskills and heavily wooded. As we moved out of the mountains we encountered another band of barren hills similar to what we experienced outside San Francisco. These foothills to the Sierra Nevada Range were bare grass, no trees, no bushes, not ...
... undertook in not only converting the Shumash people but teaching them important life skills. The building itself was fascinating especially since our parish centre in Thames is built in the same Spanish mission style.
Heading north, we took a detour off the highway to check out the Cold Spring Tavern. This historic building looked like it came out of the movie Shrek. The tavern was an old stop over point for stage coaches - doesn't look like it has ...
... who are well on the way to filling their souvenir penny passport. We got petrol and snacks and left Santa Barbara by 11. Our reasons for stopping at the petrol station were twofold. Firstly, Darcy told us approximately 1 minute after leaving the mission and one minute before getting on the freeway that he had to go to the toilet. Secondly, we were keen to buy a paper map. The guy in the petrol station seemed to have difficulty understanding my request. Not sure if ...
... a cone. A feast for the eyes and palate! Pete had the swordfish tacos and they were beautiful and delicious as well. We walked around Embarcadero St and drove out to the Rock. Lots of Sea Lions barking and sunning themselves. And that was Morro Bay. The packing started tonight for an easy departure tomorrow. We enjoyed the last of our wood for a fire. Now enjoying an evening reading and going to bed early. Off to French Camp for a one night stay before heading ...
... home in my own bed. And I can't say Helen and Gus smiled through it all, but they took it in stride.
I have two images of them etched into my memory: in one, they are hauling their suitcases up long stairways out of a hellishly hot and diesel-choked subway, with determination and confidence on their faces; in the other they are rushing up to a gothic building, calling to me with delighted smiles--Dad, look at these carvings! Look at these doors! Hey, there's a ...