Back home after a Spring break journey down the coast of the great state of California. As of yesterday, all boys were back to their routines, two youngers to school, the older to work. Me, I just did a billion loads of laundry and went to the grocery store. Yup. Everything back to our regularly scheduled programming.
For our trip, we traveled south along the coast by storm on the way from SF to San Diego - literally. Our first day of driving was wet, windy and winding. The scenery eerily beautiful. At one point, we pulled over to check out a nifty old lighthouse standing sentinel over the pacific in the storm.
Given the wildly inclement weather, the youngers declined getting out of the car at all to do some exploring. Lighthouse, Schmighthouse. I made it about 50 feet from the car and realized that without serious foul weather gear and sturdier waterproof shoes I was going to be unhappy for the next 4 hours sitting sopping and shivering in the car. I scurried back to the safety of the auto. George the Elder powered through and got over to the edge of the sea wall. Good man. I never did ask him how the next three hours were with wet boxers.
We spent the night at a total throw-back to those good old days when the family Woody would have pulled in to this place - Mom and Dad sucking down Luckys in their matching Bermuda shorts and the kids in the back wearing straw cowboy hats and stiff dungarees. The Ragged Point Inn was a retro treat. It was so retro, I don't think it's been updated since 1960 - except for the electric fireplace that was the sole source of heat. This must have been a vast improvement over what I can only imagine was being handed a cord of wood and some lighter fluid when you checked in in the "good-ole-days."
We spent one night there and then headed down to coast a little further to check out Hearst's Castle. More photos next post....