cambria

we camped. on the coast. yes, we left our coast to tent on another coast. we birds just can't sing a different tune. ;) if given the choice, one never chooses to vacate inland. one always goes to the sea, if one can.

and, when we weren't basking in the bonfirelight, lounging in our tent, or chasing after our neighbor campers' windblown trash, we could be found in town, hopping from antique store to antique store, discovering great and precious gems of the literary kind.

we of course also feasted on fiction and the like - joe on the domestic curiosities of meg, jo, beth, and amy; i on the masculine, and almost always muddy, adventures of james herriot. interesting and rather uncharacteristic reading choices for us both, but very rewarding indeed.

i ate here ten years ago with my family. i liked it better in my memory...but, at least they still had the potted bread. that was a treat.

me and the potted bread of memories

our swedish tent. good ol' blue and yellow. thank you, hardings - we still use it! ;)

some old barn

moro rock...in moro bay. it's rather large.