We decided to take today off. Well, we thought we’d take a day to do taxes, laundry, finances, e-mails, blog, etc. How is this a day off? However, we were tired from going three days straight and even slept in - til 8:00. Whoo-ee. Breakfast and dishes and then I decided to walk to the closest grocery store for peanut butter and some fruits. Peanut butter? Why is that so important? And, here’s the confession - I fix peanut butter and jelly and lettuce on whole wheat bread sandwiches for our days adventuring. Not that I love pb and j, but I love keeping my time and money more. Meals out take too much time and too much money. I’d rather have our own lunch at a picnic table or on a rock while we’re hiking than eat out. And, finding a restaurant to eat at while out on the trail hiking is a tab bit difficult.
Carrying those groceries back was a bit difficult, since we didn’t want to squoosh the donuts in the bags.
We got back to our RV, dumped off the groceries and took off again. We figured that we were probably going to walk further anyway so why not continue on now while we were in the mood. And, besides, there’s that beach about a block away that we haven’t walked on yet.
We walked out on the beach and down as far as we could go but met a wide creek flowing into the ocean that was flowing pretty fast. Get wet, jump or go around. And, with a mighty bound, we found ourselves on the other side, walking up the hill into town.
Pismo Beach is a resort town, with shoppes, restaurants, small rental homes, small rental condos, RV parks, and did I mention the restaurants? Lots of people and this is only Wednesday. What willit be like this weekend? And, heavens, what will it be like in the summer? We had seen in a local magazine that there was a cinnamon roll coffee shop called the Great Western Cinnamon Roll Factory. We had planned to walk to it someday while we were in the area and - here we are. At its doorway. Ummm. Smell that coffee. SMELL THOSE ROLLS. Like a siren singing to sailors, the cinnamon roll shop drew us in and mysteriously we found ourselves with a cinnamon roll and 2 coffees sitting outside at a table watching the rest of the world pass by. We couldn’t help ourselves. The devil made us do it.
Now, we really have to walk - to earn that roll. But, it was a pleasant walk along the harbor, down the pier and among all the other tourists enjoying the sun and the surf. But all good things come to an end and we headed back to the RV to work on takes and bookkeeping. But now without one final shot of the pier.
In the evening, we noticed a strange phenomenon that those who live near the west coast probably are familiar with. The fog rolled in and we couldn’t see to the end of the RV park, much less the block to the ocean. But, an hour later, it rolled out and left us with a clear evening and a beautiful sunset. Here’s a picture of the dark fog hovering over us a moving out.
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