2011 Saturday -- Lost in California

Lost in California . . .  or maybe we are just lost in time. I had to ask Mr. Fun several times today, "What day is it?"  When I haven't a clue what day it is, I'm truly relaxed and certainly on vacation. We are lost. Please do NOT send anyone to find us. We're just loving this.

Honestly, no one knows where we are except for a couple of friends who have asked us to look at some retirement property that they think we would  enjoy. We're not yet retired, but that season  (or is it chapter) of our lives is approaching. The property is in the beach town of Cayucos. We'd love to own some Cayucos property. We'd love to be close to the ocean. There is something about the rythmn of the waves, the cushion of the sand, and the fragrance of the air that captivates both of us.

So we woke this morning close to the ocean; ate breakfast where we could see the water; then walked onto the Cayucos pier and turned to gaze at the little "cowboy surf town." Asked ourselves, "Could we live here?" and walked the main street and drove through some of the other streets. The real question, though,  is "Are we ready to retire?" Probably not. So that gives us time to look, to ponder, and to find a bargain piece of property.

Then we started driving south with no real destination. We have no commitments until one week from today. We told the kennel that we'd come get our 3 pooches this Monday afternoon, but the kennel keeper assured us that the pups could stay longer if we needed.

So today we drove and drove through some of  the "blue highways" of Central California. We stayed as close to the H2O as possible. The agriculture and the coast are a lovely combo that wrap themselves around our imagination and tickles our fancy. When they wrap around our hearts, we'll be in deep.

The folks who think California is over-populated ought to come see this central farm-land. It has a wholesome feel that I can't describe.

When we saw the Amtrak moving south through the  little Mexican community of  Guadalupe, I started clicking while Mr. Fun drove south racing the train. We love trains. Of course they are more romantic from a distance, but we have ridden the Amtrak from southern Californina to Eugene, Oregon, and would do it again without hesitation.

So today we present  the Amtrak  in Central California's wilderness and we dare you to tap the magnifying glass on the tool bar at the bottom of the photo. It is so much better when viewed "big."

Good night from "wherever we are" in California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol

P.S. Thank YOU to everyone who have commented recently. Come vacation with us. We need your input regarding retirement property.

P.P.S. We don't have a clue where we'll be tomorrow evening -- if you think that is irresponsible, we think you are right. We are responsible for about 345 days of the year. Give us 20 days -- a little here, a little there, and then a whole clump of irresponsible days in August and we'll probably manage to "fake it" for the remaining 345 on the upcoming pages of the calendar.

P.P.P.S. If we've disappointed you, we're sorry, but we probably won't change our ways!

P.P.P.P.S. Found the most delicious Italian restaurant in Lompoc -- La Botte -- the owner walked through while we were eating and greeted us. The food was outstanding, along with the homemade bread. We are almost never in the city of Lompoc. After dinner we drove the 10 miles or so out to the coast to see the tiny little spot named "Surf" that has an Amtrak station.