This is not actually true, but the manager's name was Norman. First Scientologists and now this. I'm lucky to be alive, I tell you!
What is Morro Bay famous for, then? Well, my chums Craig and Vicki live hereabouts but:
- I forget until Jun Nogami reminded me, which I didn't see until I got here, and
- They spend a lot of time mucking about in boats, or at least a boat, so they might not have been in anyway.
|Deep Submergence Rescue Vehicle "Avalon", yesterday|
|Morro Rock, yesterday|
Edit: There has obviously been one of those "100 Things To DO Before You Cark It" articles in the Sunday papers/social media/communication from the Pope reading "Drive in the PCH in a Mustang". Since every third car heading south had a pony badge, the Ford dealers in and around San Francisco are probably richer that William Randolph Hearst, whose castle, incidentally, I did not visit.
|A sea otter, having lunch|
|All together now: squeeeee!|
About two seconds after pressing the tit it descended on a small furry animal somewhere down the cliff and as it didn't come up again while I was watching, I presume it was sitting out of sight biting the head off its mid-afternoon snack.
After you get over that ^^^^ bridge you go sort of inland a bit and as is frequently the norm in this part of the world, it gets sunny and warm. And full of traffic. Not on the bridge itself either, but for most of the fifty miles from there up to Santa Rosa. This is wine country, so I am shortly going to sit down with a nice cup of tea.