June 3, 2010

To Bonnie and Beyond

A small town nestles next to the highway. Rolling hills with live oaks are a background to this gentle scene. 2010.

Himself: Pretty darned good: swam, worked on pictures, walked, and ate vastly differently.

Herself: Swam, worked on the books rotating them out of one shelf on to another, rested, walked a mile, read, ate and worked on pictures. They seem endless.

Gratitude: Lenora called and is safely home from the far countries.

Up the coast we went out of Santa Barbara. Sunshine and fog. Beautiful colors. Such wonderful images around every corner that I couldn’t stop taking pictures or talking.

You know what excitement does.

Top: G loading the car, getting on the road again. Bottom: The Gaviota Tunnel through the Santa Inez Mountains, and the rolling hills behind a fallow field.

I was fixated on the fields and grasses. After reading Marion B’s book about the decimation of the family farm, I looked for family farms at every curve in the road. I was glued to the window glass as the barns whipped by the windows. With the sea on one side and gentle hills on the other, I spent much of my time oggling the world around us.

“Oh, what’s that over there…” I would gesture toward green rows. For all I knew they could have been cabbage or strawberries. Probably the latter.

Cultivated rows amid the hills.

We moved off 101, the old highway that follows the coastline road first laid down as a trail by the friars who began the Missions in the 1700’s. Today you can see bells lining this road every few miles marking its fascinating history.

Lunch with Bonnie who was almost packed for her trip to the music festival and praying it wouldn’t rain. See the pictures on her page. She walked us around town, across the swinging bridge, stopped for a moment at the old school house, and showed us around the countryside which included a small group of the old Theosophical Society and their store and temple.

When we stop, there’s always amazing little bits of history to be found everywhere.

Back on the road again, we headed up the coast to Cambria through Morro Bay. We stayed in Cambria on beautiful but fog shrouded Moonstone beach….just feet from our downscale motel door. Dinner, a dried BBQ, in Cambria itself, then back to the motel to download mountains of pictures again before bed.

Links: (with more to be added later.)

Highway 101 Bells

The California Bell Company

Highway 101 in California

Californnia Beaches

Moonstone Beach

Cambria CA


  1. I love driving through Cali! So much to see and all that beach!!! When we drive through the valleys, I tend to think of John Steinbeck and THE GRAPES OF WRATH and how Cali must have looked then.
    Trying to talk the husb into a cross country trip -- not having much luck...yet.

  2. It was a pleasure to look at all your nice pictures of California. We will fly to Long Beach to see our daughter in 10 days. I always like to visit there as we go on side trips and the scenery is so different than here in the Deep South. We are thinking about going to San Francisco this fall. That would be the first time I am back there since 1969! I wonder if the city has changed a lot. The streetcars to my apartment in the Castro were green then, one of you pictures show that the color is red now?

  3. Your nice pictures indicate you were having a great time.

  4. Love you pictures. I don't know how many times we drove that road, but it's at least 40 years ago.

  5. I have never driven the road, but have heard so much about it. It is beautiful. I love the bells! I don't think I've ever seen that before. Thanks!

  6. What pictures! They take my breath away. I want to drive that road when Jerry and I drive down to San Diego next fall.

  7. Don't you just love road trips? I certainly love the pictures that resulted from yours. They were beautiful, not quite as good as driving through there myself but almost!

  8. That must be one of the great drive universally.


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