Portola Hotel turned out to be a "real" hotel and as we hoped was within walking distance of town. The primate was delighted with Cherry's Jubilee antique car show that began at our front door and spilled over Lighthouse Ave into the parking lot at Fisherman's Wharf. He was rapt with joy and on the phone with Joe The Inveterate Car Man feeding him the play by play of each and every car. Hmm cars, either they're in your blood or they're not. I may be missing the pocketbook gene but it was not replaced by the auto gene.
But the real stars here were 17 Mile Drive and Big Sur. Don't know what can surpass the beauty of Big Sur. In our quest for the Condor this is what we saw......
|17 Mile Drive|
|17 Mile Drive|
|3 men on a boat in the ocean|
Waiting for the fog to lift on Big Sur
|Happy Indians took this shot.|
We looked on the flagpole at Julia Pfeifer and at all the pullouts between Henry Miller Library and Coast Gallery. We looked for Grimes Pt and Big Sur Scenic overlook; but we couldn't tell one overlook from another! We kicked ourselves for passing by an overlook with an antennae wielding ornithologist, hey but it's not easy to turn around on Big Sur Hwy! We went back the next day and looked some more. We waited for the fog to lift again.
We parked here and walked down to the beach https://maps.google.com/maps?q=wbig+sur+hwy&aq=f&ie=UTF-8&hl=en
We ate at Nepenthe http://www.nepenthebigsur.com/ and drowned our sorrows at Big Sur Art Gallery http://www.bigsurcoastgallery.com/
Finale! We drove up 1 to Half Moon Bay for lunch at Pasta Moon. Grazie!
We thought we'd revisit http://www.delicasf.com/about.html Delica in the Ferry Building where in our San Francisco days we loved eating Delica's lunch on the pier. Instead shopping driven for last minute gifts we returned 128 miles to Tiburon.
And as the primate always claims our nature is drawn to the sea, we went over the mountain and through the woods and back to Stinson Beach and the Pacific. Time flew and then we flew home.