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| a rose for you |
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| fog rolling into Pebble Beach |
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| "Honey, I'm Home!" |
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| Dennis feeding juvenile scrub jay |
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| Bixby Bridge |
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| Big Sur |
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| Dennis feeding a Scrub Blue Jay |
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| They are still rats! |
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| 2 Fat Rats! |
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| Dennis making lunch |
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| McWay Falls |
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| Norma feeding the rats! |
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| Can you believe it--the car tires?? |
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| Lone Tree, Pebble Beach |
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| Monterey, Califoria |
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| Dennis watching waves in Monterey |
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| Footprints in the sand |
We had just finished the 17 mile road and Pebble Beach………what a treat and we learned quickly that you really CAN’T hide money. The road gradually made its way down to the sandy beaches and blue kelp laden crashing waves of the Pacific shores. Our journey was becoming a virtual what’s what of sightseeing and picture taking. We would traverse through Carmel, CA, which is famous for its Mayor who is the great celluloid collaborator and cowboy, Clint Eastwood. We traveled up MalPaso Avenue hoping to see our buddy Clint’s home. That was relatively uneventful. We would find a home that was secured on a stone peak. The home resembled that of a castle and had all the security that one could be afforded through a moat-like manor. We were sure that this was the film icon’s home. Well maybe wishful hoping. Anyway, our journey would keep us stopping every 50 yards at each photo-op to accumulate six hours of driving until we reached Vanderburg Air Force Base just a little north of Los Angeles. The fog was so thick that you couldn’t cut it with a knife. We were the only folks in the Officer’s Club that night. They had set out BBQ ribs and we sipped a little red wine until the mood carried us to the room for a good night’s rest.
The pictures in this portion of the blog speak for themselves. We fed birds out of our hand and squirrels as well. I couldn’t believe that Norma let the tree rats sit on her lap as they begged for food. We did take a break earlier away from the wildlife so that we could gin up a little tuna fish sandwich. Those condiment packages that we had stolen at different restaurants were sure to come in handy. Okay, one can of tuna fish, three packets of mayonnaise, two packets of relish, one packet of mustard, two hard boiled eggs that we got from the BOQ in the morning, salt, pepper, and mix it up, slap it on some flat bread and “bam”!!, you have a kickass tuna fish sandwich. We will share our “quickie” tuna noodle casserole recipe in a later blog. The main ingredient is a two portion plastic pre-made macaroni and cheese meal. Nuff said for now. We want to keep you hangin on that one. The Pacific Coast highway is a great way to go if you have the time and camera. We have both. The next stop is Coronado Island, San Diego, and Tijuana.
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| Naval Postgraduate School |
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| sand in Califonia |
We had just finished the 17 mile road and Pebble Beach………what a treat and we learned quickly that you really CAN’T hide money. The road gradually made its way down to the sandy beaches and blue kelp laden crashing waves of the Pacific shores. Our journey was becoming a virtual what’s what of sightseeing and picture taking. We would traverse through Carmel, CA, which is famous for its Mayor who is the great celluloid collaborator and cowboy, Clint Eastwood. We traveled up MalPaso Avenue hoping to see our buddy Clint’s home. That was relatively uneventful. We would find a home that was secured on a stone peak. The home resembled that of a castle and had all the security that one could be afforded through a moat-like manor. We were sure that this was the film icon’s home. Well maybe wishful hoping. Anyway, our journey would keep us stopping every 50 yards at each photo-op to accumulate six hours of driving until we reached Vanderburg Air Force Base just a little north of Los Angeles. The fog was so thick that you couldn’t cut it with a knife. We were the only folks in the Officer’s Club that night. They had set out BBQ ribs and we sipped a little red wine until the mood carried us to the room for a good night’s rest. 
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