We picked up Camille from school when she finished class and headed out of town. We took a round about route to avoid the Friday afternoon LA traffic. We drove through lemon, orange and avocado groves before coming out along the coast in Ventura. From there, we followed the ocean up to Santa Barbara where we turned inland to take San Marcos pass through the coastal mountains. As we came down the backside of the pass into the Santa Ynez valley, there was an old convertible in front of us, driving erratically. The car kept sliding over to the center line and then back over, onto the shoulder, and back again. When Brett passed him, Camille and I got a good look at the driver. He looked like Willie Nelson, stoned out of his mind: long pony tail, bandana, whiskers, and a vacant stare on his face. When he veered all the way across into oncoming traffic, Brett called 911. A few miles down the mountain, we passed a highway patrol officer sitting on the shoulder waiting for Willie. He pulled out behind the convertible and a minute later his lights came on. The guy couldn't even pull over without almost taking out a guard rail.
The rest of our drive was uneventful. We picked up Kyle at Cal Poly and drove the rest of the way into Cayucos. After checking into our inn, the four of us went across the street for dinner.
|The Cass House Inn and Restaurant|
We had dinner at Schooners which has my all time favorite clam chowder. Camille and I both had a big bowl. The night was cool so the chowder was perfect. Brett had seared Ahi and Kyle had a calamari steak. We ate on the upstairs deck which isn't fancy but has a view that can't be beat.
|I took this picture the next morning when they were closed, but you get the idea.|
|Captain Cass: he founded the town and our inn was his home. Circa 1867|