Mr. W and I drove up to San Simeon with no hotel accomodations made ahead of time. This is the first time I’ve traveled like that, but we got lucky. The San Simeon Pines Resort, which happens to be a place my judge recommended, had one room left, but for that night only. The front desk lady said because it’s a resort with its private beach, woods, golf course, pool, clubhouse, shuffleboard, etc., people book the place up months in advance for their vacations. Minutes after we snatched that room up (for less than $100! lodge-style rooms with private fireplaces were like $104. What a steal.), the front desk had to reject room requests over the phone and she lit up the “no” on the “vacancy” sign.

I was recently informed by 2 friends who don’t use Internet Explorer as their web browser that my captions don’t pop up when they rest their mouse pointer over my photos. If you’re running Netscape or Foxfire, you can right-click on the photo and drag down to “see alternate text” or something like that.

The Golf Course:
one of the many rustic rusty artifacts of farmlife around the grounds

taking photos at the golf course.  this windmill reminds me of Willa Cather.

This is the photo I was taking as depicted in the above photo.  The beach is over yonder.

On the Private Beach:
looking down at the rocky private beach

'Hello, Mr. Giant.'

snapping away in the background

it got too hard to walk around the rocks and tidepools with flip flops, so I took mine off around Mr. W's.

How many of you have the 'Wheel of Fortune' tune playing in your head now?