8th of July

Survived the 4th of July week-end. The sounds of bones cracking accompanied by groans told me that I was too unfit and too old to be outdoors. However, with a sense of pride, I completed a 3.3-mile hike through a creek, browned rolling hills, meadows, footbridges, pines, bluejays, fellow hikers and campers. My courageous effort was rewarded with a spectacular view of the pacific coast at San Simeon State Beach – a majestic meeting of land, sea and sky.

Did not have time to visit the Hearst Castle but several stops at the quaint village of Cambria, the seaside town of Morro Bay, the Danish village of Solvang and historic Santa Barbara made up the week-end’s itinerary. The fireworks at Morro Bay were below par but still gave me a feeling of patriotic pride as an American. Hubby and nephew tried to fish to no avail. However, the rock cod fish bought fresh off the local fishing boat melted in my mouth.

The camping trip brought back memories of a simple life. We’ll do it again next year.

2nd day musings

Nothing much is happening. My restless anticipation to end the workday maybe showing already. I am looking forward to watching the Spiderman sequel tonight. Dreadfully though, I may put in an all nighter packing and preparing for an early morning drive out to San Simeon Creek campgrounds along Central California coast to spend the 4th of July week-end. I intend to slow the time quite a bit and have a relaxing commune with nature. Maybe we’ll have time to gawk at the earthly treasures at the Hearst Castle before we pack up for home. If not for aesthetic beauty and a bit of history, I don’t see a point of going back for another visit after last year’s.

Learning to write this blog

"I am not afraid of storms for I'm learning to sail my ship" - Louisa May Alcott

For two weeks now, I've been entertained, enlightened, and enthused by blogs that I decided to embark on this maiden voyage on this first day of July 2004. This is certainly a learning experience.