From SF To San Simeon

Yesterday afternoon we arrived at SFO. Our friend M picked us up at the airport and we spent most of the evening catching up before meeting M's friend and our Burning Man camp-mate, N., for dinner at Garcon in Noe Valley. (M. is a regular at Garcon.)

This morning M, R and I got up (relatively) early and drove down Highway 1 to San Simeon. The road snaked its way along the coast, plunging us down deep dips and up sudden inclines, views of the pacifics' frothing waters and jagged coastline beyond.

We stopped at the Lucia Inn for lunch and sat out on a weathered wooden deck overlooking a short cliff and beach. There was a young family sitting out there with us--a couple with two young boys who, after they finished eating, went to play below. We sat eating our sandwiches (I got turkey on whole grain bread with avocado, swiss cheese, tomatoes and lettuce) watching the boys play and the waves crash against the rocks.

Then on into the Best Western Cavalier Oceanfront, a 3 mile hike through San Simeon State Park and a truly horrible meal at the San Simeon Bar & Grill. (I mean really horrible: if you stay here go to the Cavalier here at the Best Western.)

But the best part? There are three fire-pits here at the hotel so we went down and sat, gazing into the fire and listening to the waves. Beautiful.