Most of my trip to Carmel went well. I enjoyed looking at all the agriculture en route. There are so many different things grown in that region, unlike the monoculture of, say, Iowa, where corn is king.
The last few miles were challenging, though. Google maps directed me to take a road that had a sign advising not to tow trailers on it. So, I passed the road and waited for the map to recalculate. A little while later, it directed me to turn. There was no warning sign, so I figured that it was good. About a half mile along, the road got steep – and then it got steeper.
Then, I passed a sign saying that this was a private road. I paused on the road and thought about how to resolve this situation. I didn’t see any way to turn around. What to do? I saw a woman walking her dog and told her what had happened. She told me to drive up to the gate and explain my problem to the guard and that he would let me pass.
I thanked her and drove on and up. And up. And up. When I got to the guardhouse, I explained my problem and he very kindly allowed me to pass and told me where to go. I couldn’t believe that I still had to go up some more before I came down. And oddly enough, the private road came out right on the road that the I was warned not to take.
I made it to Saddle Mountain RV Park, and got tucked in right next to another Airstream.
It was a nice park, even though it was at the end of a very narrow road and at the top of a hill.
It had a great pool with a wonderful view. The view was open.
Unfortunately, the pool was closed for the season. It looked ready to go to me, but the weather wasn’t really pool weather yet.
My main reason for putting Carmel-by-the-Sea on my itinerary was to visit Joan, a Facebook friend. I just love how Facebook brings people together!
She and her husband are living in Pacific Grove with her father. Can you believe the view? We are standing on the deck and that is the Pacific right out there!
I met her cat, who was a real charmer. I also met her father, her dog and her bird, but I didn’t get photos of them.
I did get a photo of her husband, Rob, while we were strolling by the shore. He strolled with us for a while and then took off to attend to something else.
We walked toward Monterey and came upon these seals basking on the beach. There were some people with a conservation group there that had viewing scopes set up so we could get a good look at the seals. There were so cute! I could even see their whiskers and watch them breathing.
We got down to cannery row and came upon this bust of John Steinbeck. (He wrote “Cannery Row” in case you’ve forgotten.)
After lunch, we headed back up the beach. We left Monterey
and strolled our way back to Pacific Grove. Of course I had to take Joan’s photo
and then she took my photo.
Then we got back to the beach by their house. Isn’t this just glorious?
Ah, but our day was not over yet. We decided to tour Tor House and Hawk Tower. On the way over, we stopped off at the Carmel Mission.
We didn’t have much time, so I decided that I would attend Mass there on Sunday and forgo the tour at this point.
We got over to the house, but we were still a little early, so we decided to tour another house instead.
This house was for sale and they were having an open house. It was quite lovely – and it even had a bit of an ocean view from the balcony off the master bedroom. I don’t know how much of a view they will have left when the house across the street is finished being built. Still, though, not a bad place to hang your hat. Heck, you could hang a whole bunch of hats there!
The house was built by California poet Robinson Jeffers, his wife, Una, and their sons beginning in 1914. It is called “Tor House” after the rocky outcropping it is built on. After the original structure was built, he built the Hawk Tower as a gift for Una.
The tower was interesting, and some of the people climbed up to the top. I felt claustrophobic and I didn’t like the steep and irregular stairs. Staying down on terra firma and enjoying the gardens seemed more appealing.
And with that, my day with Joan came to a close. Thanks, Joan, for a wonderful time! I hope our paths cross again before too long.