Highway One, stopping at Gorda. Sign above the door: “The Gods do not deduct from a man’s allotted time, the hours spent in whale watching.”
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 based on significance or quality.
Or maybe I should have started the day with a little more caffeine. I did enjoy myself.
Highway One seems a little old hat to me; I’m looking forward to the Northern California coast and Oregon, which I’ve only been to once, about ten years ago, at which point I was in a hurry to get back down South, and as I recall was carrying Telenomics’ server in the back seat of my tiny car.
Winding slowly along Highway One, taking pictures and doing a bit of walking. The cortisone shot in my big toe from the week before seemed to be working. First time I hadn’t been able to give blood — they won’t take you right after cortisone.