My partner and I took last Thursday and Friday (5.12 - 5.13.2022) off from work just for shits and giggles and created a 4-day weekend for ourselves, and explored the central coast of California. We stayed for 2 nights in Cambria, a little seaside town. We had booked the room about a month ago, and as it turns out, while there, we enjoyed nice cool weather, while the LA area was going through a heat wave. That's one of the nice things about where we live, when it gets too hot, you can always drive somewhere to escape the heat, whether it be the coast, or the mountains.
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We arrived in
Cambria. Lunch time! Well, more like a very late lunch or early dinner...
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Margarita #1. On the rocks, no salt. Just the way I prefer it. But hey, I also drink it blended and salted on occasion.
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Guac.
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I also had an enchilada a la carta but accidentally deleted the picture later. So here's my Margarita #2.
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Moonstone Beach.
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We walked around for a few hours on the beach... and then it was dinner time. But we weren't too hungry, so we made it more of a wine, cheese and dessert time.
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Pinot grigio #1.
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Tapenade.
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Cheese and bread and stuff.
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Crème brûlée.
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We stayed at this place for a while, after the sun went down... the place closes at 9pm on Thursdays. Cambria is a small town after all.
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Slightly drunk but feeling great, we walked around a bit before walking back to our inn. Again, Cambria is a small town, so it seemed nobody was around on a Thursday night.
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Cambria has 2 commercial areas, East Village and West Village. East Village is the older, more historic area, basically the original center of town. Our inn was in the East Village. The West Village has more of a commercial strip kind of feel, and my guess is it was created in the 1920s or so, and is more off the main highway, with many buildings having a Tudor-style theme, probably to go with the name of the town, and to attract motorists traveling the coast.
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My partner is not a morning person, and I'm an early-riser... so while he slept, I showered and got ready for a brisk walk after the sun went up, to scope the place a bit to see where to get breakfast. So I walked around the East Village a bit after I gassed up the car.
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Cambria Historical Museum, originally the Guthrie-Bianchini House, built in 1870.
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We ended up having breakfast at the place on the left. If a place says they serve breakfast, you'd think they'd be open at 6am or even 7am, right? Not this place. They didn't open until 8am. So we waited outside for a bit.
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I had a vegetable frittata.
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Afterwards, we headed up the coast to Big Sur, stopping a number of times along the way to look at the views.
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Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park, in well,
Big Sur.
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I love me some redwoods.
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On the road again, headed north...
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A vintage Corvette in
Carmel---a place we hadn't been to in many years, actually. We usually associate it with hoity-toity people and difficult-to-find parking. But we found parking and decided to have lunch.
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We had lunch at a building that's been around since 1944 or something, and where authors Henry Miller and John Steinbeck used to hang out and have drinks; we sat outside, though. And honestly, the weather was so nice, they didn't need to have the fireplace going.
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Pinot grigio.
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Duck empanadas.
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Cobb salad.
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Carmel Mission, or formally, Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo, which has Basilica status in the Roman Catholic Church.
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A wedding rehearsal was going on.
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Um...?
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Creepy Jesus.
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Another creepy Jesus.
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Graves along the church wall.
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The abalone shells represent indigenous people.
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OK enough of the Mission. Let's move on...
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Monastery Beach.
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As many times as I've been through the central California coast, I'm still amazed by its beauty. And it's still very little-populated (and I hope will remain so), so I imagine it has looked like this for a very long time.
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Haha.
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Back in
Cambria, just in time for dinner. This is West Village.
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Grüner Veltliner.
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I had a very delicious aubergine gratin.
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This is where we had dinner.
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After the 2nd night, we checked out of our inn and drove into the West Village.
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I had a tuna salad sandwich for breakfast.
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Then we went to the Piedras Blancas Light Station, built in 1874.
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Elephant seals.
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The piedra blanca itself.
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Back to Cambria for lunch. Saw this old Datsun Z.
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We ate at the pub on the left.
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Chocolate stout. Just one.
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Salmon salad.
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Then it was on the road again, headed south, homeward bound... And we ended up at one of our favorite mead places, in
Carpinteria.
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"You're turning red," my partner says to me. "Am I?" I say. "Here, lemme take a picture." So he grabbed my camera and took some pictures of me, but in black-and-white, because I did indeed look red.
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We then both wrote on the chalkboard.
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Then it was onward to dinner in Carpinteria. Ah, palm trees. You can tell we're towards the southern end of the state.
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The Palms indeed.
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Little birdies.
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A late 1970s Thunderbird.
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We ate dinner here.
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Margarita.
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Oaxacan banana leaf tamales.
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Yum!
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Don't know what year this Land Cruiser is.
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On the road again... this time to go home. Thanks for tagging along! This thread was all over the place. Small town, food, drink, nature, food, drink...
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