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This past weekend's surprise destination was Hearst Castle. Wow, people sure knew how to do "rich" in those days. I waaaaaannnnt that indoor swimming pool and several of the ceilings from the guest houses, too.
There's nothing to do in Cambria/San Simeon after Hearst Castle closes except eat. So we ate. :-) Intended to go walk on the beach in the moonlight afterward, but I had had just a little too much of the yummy Chianti for that.
Sunday we drove up the coast and did two hikes. The first one was just over an hour long, though the book said two hours. I had my heart rate monitor on. I put a LOT of weight in my fanny pack in an effort to help keep my heart rate up. What it did instead was give me a raw spot just above my tailbone, where the fanny pack ground the four-way jeans seam into my skin as I jumped and skipped around. That fanny pack is definitely not designed for that much weight. It helped with the heart rate, but now I know I need to use a real pack for that sort of thing.
My knee was twinging, so we opted out of any more longish hikes. My cardio fitness will be all right. I don't want to lose any more stability in that knee.
The second hike was a short scramble over some rocks to see a lovely waterfall, just north of the county border. Before we went to the trailhead, Rob recognized the adjacent hairpin turn on Highway 1 as a place where a semi had once been lodged in the ravine on the downhill side. We crossed the street to look, but the truck had been removed. On the way back across, Rob stumbled and fell. I had a bad moment as I tugged on his arm -- there was a CAR COMING around a BLIND CURVE and he wasn't STANDING UP YET -- but fortunately it wasn't even close, just scary for a moment. He's got a scrape the size of a half dollar on his knee, all the way down to the dermis. Bled like the dickens. Thank goodness for first aid kits and gauze.
Once that was doctored up, we picked our way through poison oak and over some slippery boulders to the base of the waterfall. It was gorgeous, multiply-braided and mossy and tall. I do love waterfalls. I managed to get all the way around the pool at its base and stick my hands in the flow of water. This was made difficult by the fact that I was clothed and therefore didn't want to swim. Some almost-teenage kids were having a wonderful time splashing around. It's amazing how much fun I can have just by watching THEM have fun.
Then a quick snack at Ragged Point and the drive back home. I played C4 tapes in the car to quiz myself. Lee Kopman called a tip boring enough that even I could have danced it. It's nice to know that the most basic of the basic stuff is now approachable. Wow, the light at the end of the tunnel.
There's nothing to do in Cambria/San Simeon after Hearst Castle closes except eat. So we ate. :-) Intended to go walk on the beach in the moonlight afterward, but I had had just a little too much of the yummy Chianti for that.
Sunday we drove up the coast and did two hikes. The first one was just over an hour long, though the book said two hours. I had my heart rate monitor on. I put a LOT of weight in my fanny pack in an effort to help keep my heart rate up. What it did instead was give me a raw spot just above my tailbone, where the fanny pack ground the four-way jeans seam into my skin as I jumped and skipped around. That fanny pack is definitely not designed for that much weight. It helped with the heart rate, but now I know I need to use a real pack for that sort of thing.
My knee was twinging, so we opted out of any more longish hikes. My cardio fitness will be all right. I don't want to lose any more stability in that knee.
The second hike was a short scramble over some rocks to see a lovely waterfall, just north of the county border. Before we went to the trailhead, Rob recognized the adjacent hairpin turn on Highway 1 as a place where a semi had once been lodged in the ravine on the downhill side. We crossed the street to look, but the truck had been removed. On the way back across, Rob stumbled and fell. I had a bad moment as I tugged on his arm -- there was a CAR COMING around a BLIND CURVE and he wasn't STANDING UP YET -- but fortunately it wasn't even close, just scary for a moment. He's got a scrape the size of a half dollar on his knee, all the way down to the dermis. Bled like the dickens. Thank goodness for first aid kits and gauze.
Once that was doctored up, we picked our way through poison oak and over some slippery boulders to the base of the waterfall. It was gorgeous, multiply-braided and mossy and tall. I do love waterfalls. I managed to get all the way around the pool at its base and stick my hands in the flow of water. This was made difficult by the fact that I was clothed and therefore didn't want to swim. Some almost-teenage kids were having a wonderful time splashing around. It's amazing how much fun I can have just by watching THEM have fun.
Then a quick snack at Ragged Point and the drive back home. I played C4 tapes in the car to quiz myself. Lee Kopman called a tip boring enough that even I could have danced it. It's nice to know that the most basic of the basic stuff is now approachable. Wow, the light at the end of the tunnel.
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