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17 MILES AND THEN SOME MORE 25 October 2006 They say the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Our journey of 100 miles began with 17 miles, the famous 17 Mile Drive, to be exact. We had a huge breakfast at the hotel, while Regis and Kelly blared in our ears, making conversation impossible.
Then, after schlepping the bags to the car, the next adventure was about to begin. First we drove into Monterey and drove through the famous Cannery Row, made famous in John Steinbeck's book of the same name. We then drove through the residential section of Monterey, oohing and aahing at the houses. We found the perfect house for my friend Tricia...and it was even at a reduced price (though the 1888 construction date might put it beyond her price range). Tricia...what about this one?
 Next we found our way to the start of the 17 Mile drive, which snakes around the shoreline...
 ...and out to the "Lone Cyprus," the traditional symbol of Carmel.
 If I'm not mistaken, this is not the original Lone Cyprus which, I think, finally blew over in a storm. That one, as I think I remember it, was farther out on the point. But this replacement has been photographed by millions of tourists, so I think it's fair to let it have the name of its predecessor. Retracing our steps, we passed by some deer grazing along the edges of the famous Pebble Beach golf club.
 We spent about an hour wandering through the (very expensive) shops in Carmel and then got back in the freeway and wended our way north to San Francisco. I gave about half of my usual tour, since we plan to spend more time in the city tomorrow. Thank goodness the fog lifted a bit so they could see the view from Twin Peaks, though they had to huddle together and pretend they weren't freezing to death.
 This portion of the tour included the twisty Lombard St. Hill and Filbert St., the steepest street in the city--always a surefire breath catcher--and then we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge so we could get to my mother's for dinner.
 We stopped to pick up wine and flowers in Sausalito, and finally got here and collapsed. Nora was thrilled to learn my mother had real Irish whiskey and we sat around the dinner table for a couple of hours chatting and laughing.
 Time for me to collapse and then see what tomorrow holds. We're only going to drive part way to Santa Barbara tomorrow, so we can spend more time in The City. We will be back in Santa Barbara on Thursday, when Jeri and Phil fly in. |
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Armando, who had tried to direct us to a good restaurant the night before, stopped by our table to make sure that all was well and we thanked him again for his recommendation and apologized for my inability to follow his directions. 
