California’s central coast is a beautiful stretch of land. It’s one of many must see areas in this amazing state. If you live in San Diego, the problem is you have to drive through LA to get to it. We left before 6am on a Sunday morning and were able to get through it fairly unscathed.
Fires and smoky skies are part of summer now in the west, especially in California. The huge Soberanes Fire in Monterey County was drifting smoke as far south as San Luis Obispo. I guess we kind of lucked out only having smoky skies four out of eight days. It was never bad enough where you had to stay indoors, but you could see and smell it. And it sure ruined the beautiful vistas.
When I was in West Virginia people were asking me about the drought and fires. Living in a state that’s damp, humid, and the vegetation is always green, they couldn’t comprehend the drought and large swaths of land burning out of control for weeks on end. Unfortunately, they recently experienced a devastating flood that took 23 lives and ruined over a 1,000 homes. If I was feeling like a smart ass I’d say something snarky like, “Climate change is just a hoax made up by the Chinese.” But death and destruction really aren’t joking matters.
San Luis Obispo or SLO as it is referred to in SoCal, is a nice college town with some good mountain bike riding. I never knew this until this trip, but Obispo means Bishop in Spanish. We were here a couple of years ago, and will probably be back again in a couple of years.
Denise joined us in San Simeon, home of the famous Hearst Castle. If you are around my age or older I’m sure you remember the Patty Hearst saga from the mid 70s. She’s 62 now, living in Connecticut, and is a grandmother. The marriage to her former bodyguard, Bernard Shaw lasted until his death in 2013. Crazy, huh?
Anyways, unfortunately there’s not any mountain biking in the San Simeon area. What a shame because the terrain is perfect. Odds are it could be quite a while until we return, but then again one never knows.
Our first evening in SLO we went to Bang the Drum Brewery. They tout themselves as the smallest brewery on the central coast. It had a funky vibe & better than average beer. The next morning I couldn’t find my wallet. I had a panic moment and canceled the two credit cards. We figured I must’ve lost the wallet in the campground showers or the brewery. I scoured the showers, talked to the hosts, no wallet. The brewery wasn’t open for hours, but I was able to leave a voice message, so I did. Two hours later they called back, sure enough they had my wallet! I swear I only had two beers. We picked it up hours later when they opened. All my cash and everything was still there. I love Bang the Drum.
Denise’s sleek new camper van. The Luxor-TS Pleasure-Way. She’s only had it four months and has already heard every porno joke in the book regarding the name.