The only thing with Fall that is difficult to adapt to is the shorter days. Up here, Fall is a beautiful time of year.
Don’t forget the First Annual Big Sur Food and Wine Festival, starting tonight at venues throughout Big Sur! See the link under non-profits to the right.
Celebrating this past beautiful full moon … and the next one!
Nuts, please?
When one lives in the wilderness, trick or treaters are rare.
Many times, I cannot believe that the Goddess smiled on me so sweetly back in 1985, and guided me to this beautiful, spiritually healing and nourishing place. I wish everyone could find a place like this to heal and gain health. I hope you can enjoy a bit of it with me, here, in cyberspace, with my photos and my words.
Good night all. Will check back in tomorrow.
While I hate pampas grass, because it is so invasive, and so hard to kill, I couldn’t pass up this photo op. I won’t give out the name of the landowner who originally thought this was a good idea to plant this in his garden years ago here on the South Coast, but I would like to pass along a tip for travelers.
One of the ways that this invasive species gets spread up and down the coast, is that tourists stop, pick one and then attach it to their antenna, or otherwise scatter the seeds to the winds. Please don’t. I kid you not. I’ve stopped and warned many people about the results of their unthinking behavior. It is very, very difficult to eradicate. It takes over an area, crowding out our native plants, then spreads it seeds via wind or tourists, and takes over another area, until the entire coast side is nothing but pampas grass along Highway One.
Cal-Trans fights a never-ending battle with this stuff, often being forced to resort to serious chemicals in order to kill it. Don’t help it spread. It does a good enough job on its own.
Thank you, bigsurkate
There were so many great cars in Cambria. Thank goodness I have learned never to leave home without my camera — forget American Express (although I didn’t)
What is this car?
The full view.
And then, the joy of getting home …
Mostly, town runs are necessary. They can be drudgery. They can go smoothly. They are rarely “fun” when done alone. Today’s was fun. In every sense.
Yesterday, all day, my one and only neighbor went out to clear Plaskett Ridge Rd. This guy is an master with a chainsaw. I cannot and will not operator one. I am totally at his mercy. If he doesn’t clear it, I don’t go out. He has to work at Lucia tomorrow, so … he went out. What a guy.
This was the big stuff he cleared. There was a bunch of little stuff, too.
Then, when I am almost down to the coast, I see this.
Does it get any better than this? Well, actually, it does.
Do I live in a beautiful place, or what?
I continue my way down the coast, and stop at a beach I like. Two great photo ops present themselves…one human, and one not.
Critters of all sorts come out to play on a beautiful fall day, after the storm no one will forget.
I make my way to Cambria, for lunch at the most wonderful restaurant – Robin’s. It is like our Big Sur Bakery, in that it is full of fresh, organic, locally grown food, but it has an international flair. And what is happening there? A classic car club has shown up for lunch.
That’s the grille close-up. Here’s the car:
Here is another:
And the longer view:
To Be Continued …
Yes, it is true. Ventana is open again, after the kitchen fire destroyed it almost a year ago, and serving lunch on the patio!
I met several friends for lunch there, Sunday. The place looks marvelous. Before going on on the patio, we stopped to look at the art display for the silent auction to benefit the Big Sur Health Center. There were so many good pieces, and people had already bid $200 or more on each — silently, of course. Here is one wall of the offerings.
We went outside to sit down in gorgeous weather. Everything was perfect. Like a dummy, I set my camera on my lap. I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t keep a napkin on my lap, never mind a camera. It slid to the concrete, and broke. For me, losing a camera is like losing a part of my soul. Thanks to the good eyes of Debbie, we found the 3 broken plastic pieces that allow the lens to lock in place. I got super glue at a local store, with the idea that I would try to fix it, if the camera wasn’t broken. So much for taking photos of the glorious food, restaurant, and the evening at the Henry Miller Library for Don Case’s houseraising fund raiser.
I saw Joyce Duffy at the HML when I first arrived. She had her camera. She would take photos. I could take photos with her camera. The evening would be saved. She was to email them today, if she could get to a computer. Alas, she did not get to a computer until tonight, and said none of the photos came out very good. If any are worth posting, I will post a few when I get them, with the story of the evening.
Now, back to the broken camera. This morning, I tried my other, telephoto lens, and it worked! The camera itself is not broken, just the lens. So I proceeded to try my idea with the super glue.
The first two pieces went on easily and well. One cannot even tell they were broken. The third piece was being difficult. I finally got it glued on, but not before I glued my fingers together, my fingers to the lens, and ultimately, caught the free-floating dog hair which permeates my place. I now have dog hair permanently glued to my fingertips. Imagine what my fingerprints must look like?
Do not try this at home.
I doubt it will work, and I can never trust the mount, again, so I ordered a new lens. The Jade Festival is less than 2 weeks away. I have to have my good lens.
So, that was my Sunday afternoon. How was yours?
Where was this taken?
Sorry it took so long. Technical difficulties.
We’ve got a budding “eye” here — Madyson, my grand daughter. She will be 12 soon.
