So you walk into a restroom. It has two commodes. One is in a stall with a door. The other is in the open.
Ok, second try.
I've been coming to Morro Bay restaurants for a year now. Last December, I stayed in a vacation house and then in January stayed a week at a motel while I waited for my house to settle. You'd think I'd have had a chance to suss out the Morro Bay eateries. But the truth is: a) I don't like seafood and b) I fall into ruts pretty easily.
Back in Nevada City, I tried to make a Thanksgiving tradition of driving out to some small town with a name from "Back East." Down here, I never got around to doing anything on Thanksgiving, so I thought I'd try something different for Christmas. I decided to pick a town with a presidential name. I figure there must be a bunch, so this could be a good series. Today, I drove to Taft, California.
Sadly, driving on Christmas leaves you in towns with even less going on than on Thanksgiving. And Taft didn't really jump out at me as picturesque, so I wound up not taking a lot of pictures. There's the cool theater:
And the town is surrounded by oil fields, with many of the major names represented. So I suppose this was inevitable (click on the pictures to get a slide show):
On the way, I had a nice couple of hikes in the Carrizo Plain National Monument. I was excited to learn that there's a mountain in my county that's over 5000 feet high. That might not sound like much to you mountain folk, but if you consider that my house is at 60 feet, then you see the jump you get. I didn't make it down to see Caliente Peak, but I figure it's worth a return. Today, I mostly walked around the lake and the salt flat for Soda Lake:
The San Andreas Fault runs through here. It's not very exciting. Apparently, it's responsible for the bend in this creek bed:
The tumbleweeds are everywhere, and the wind was high today. If you're driving into the wind, it's a little like there are all of these spherical dogs running at you. I found a pack of them all cuddled up in the corner of this gully:
The neatest thing was outside the park just to the north.
Back in the 60s, some developers tried to divide up the land and sell parcels in a to-be-built subdivision under speculation that the California Aqueduct would come through here. It wound up going elsewhere, but there are a bunch of street signs left, even without streets. I assume it was some sort of attempt to say, "Look, we're serious here. Trust us. There'll be a real town some day." Anyway, here's one for the Gin Blossoms:
All this rain (which seems to have ended for real yesterday) has brought back the green.
That's the dam at the end of my street. Even with all this rain, I don't think the lake is more than a quarter of the way up that dam.
Pretty proud to say that it didn't take me an entire year to replace the plastic bin of tools in my living room with a proper table.
We had rain yesterday, but it's clear today, so I can set the "hasn't rained since" clock.
For the record, it's been raining again these last few days. We can certainly use it.
This weekend, I stayed in the house and cooked.
I found this recipe from Jamie Oliver for a pasta casserole with ricotta and butternut squash.
I've got to believe that English butternut squashes are smaller because I had enough for a big casserole dish and a smaller single serving one, and I wasn't careful to use every part of the thing
It was delicious.