On the road to Burning Man, winding north on Highway One.
“The Gods do not deduct from a man’s allotted time, the hours spent in whale watching…” — sign above the door here
I’m winding slowly along Highway One, taking pictures and doing a bit of walking. I don’t think I’ve quite relaxed yet. Didn’t sleep very well last night; I recall that after a beer or two I might fall asleep, but end up waking in a few hours and being unable to get back to sleep. Which I suppose means I ought to confine my drinking to daylight hours.
This morning was my first visit to Hearst Castle. The location and scale were impressive of course, but actually I was struck by how thrown-together it seemed — the kind of thing inordinately rich people might do, with artworks and architectural styles from vastly different cultures and time periods (Ancient Egyptian, Roman, Renaissance European) mixed together apparently at random; it also seemed as if works may have been selected based on visual appeal or monetary value rather than significance or quality. Or maybe I should have started the day with a little more caffeine. I did enjoy myself.