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We just got back from a week of doing almost nothing. We have a favorite place for that type non-activity.
An original portion of the coast Highway 1 remains north of Ventura CA as a mix of deteriorated concrete roadbed and seawall, and asphalt patchwork. This section was long-ago supplanted by a six-lane freeway on the hillside, but rather than tear it out or close it down it has been maintained as a camping area. Nice. One contractor's stamp we found was from 1927, when the project was the pride of the state.
We bought plenty of magazines for the week and the neighbor camping next door brought over another stack. A 1915 book written on the construction of the Panama Canal was twelve dollars at the used book store, a 20 minute bicycle ride into town. I spent two days with my nose in that...the contemporary account was far more interesting than anything I've read that was written since.
There's plenty of rocks along the coast and castles are fun to build for kids and grownups alike. Arches are easy, if you know how...
A handful of friends met us there for a few days of bbq, bikes and brews. The guy at the tail of the pack -might- be a well-know So. Cal. street racer. A moment after taking that picture, I was stuffed into the bushes with my kid laughing at me. It might have paid to be watching where I was going instead of turned around snapping photos.
The County Fair was running a distance down the coast and we had a nightly fireworks show.
There were birds, dolphins and sea lions to watch for. This old guy, battle-scarred and very ill, crawled out of the surf along a deserted area to breath his last. He was dead about two hours later. There were a couple other old carcasses along this section, I guess everybody has to go sometime.
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I wonder if the younger members among us are aware of the legend of the Facowwe? (There are various spellings, but all pronounced the same.) They were an ancient band of wandering Indians, known for a poor sense of direction and rarely understanding exactly where they were. The actual tribe is lost to history, but as we travel we may occasionally join them in brotherly spirit. Say it with me now...
"WE'RE THE FACOWWE!" ;) ;D ;D
An original portion of the coast Highway 1 remains north of Ventura CA as a mix of deteriorated concrete roadbed and seawall, and asphalt patchwork. This section was long-ago supplanted by a six-lane freeway on the hillside, but rather than tear it out or close it down it has been maintained as a camping area. Nice. One contractor's stamp we found was from 1927, when the project was the pride of the state.
We bought plenty of magazines for the week and the neighbor camping next door brought over another stack. A 1915 book written on the construction of the Panama Canal was twelve dollars at the used book store, a 20 minute bicycle ride into town. I spent two days with my nose in that...the contemporary account was far more interesting than anything I've read that was written since.
There's plenty of rocks along the coast and castles are fun to build for kids and grownups alike. Arches are easy, if you know how...
A handful of friends met us there for a few days of bbq, bikes and brews. The guy at the tail of the pack -might- be a well-know So. Cal. street racer. A moment after taking that picture, I was stuffed into the bushes with my kid laughing at me. It might have paid to be watching where I was going instead of turned around snapping photos.
The County Fair was running a distance down the coast and we had a nightly fireworks show.
There were birds, dolphins and sea lions to watch for. This old guy, battle-scarred and very ill, crawled out of the surf along a deserted area to breath his last. He was dead about two hours later. There were a couple other old carcasses along this section, I guess everybody has to go sometime.
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I wonder if the younger members among us are aware of the legend of the Facowwe? (There are various spellings, but all pronounced the same.) They were an ancient band of wandering Indians, known for a poor sense of direction and rarely understanding exactly where they were. The actual tribe is lost to history, but as we travel we may occasionally join them in brotherly spirit. Say it with me now...
"WE'RE THE FACOWWE!" ;) ;D ;D
, 2013 LH, 2014 LH
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