Easter week found us with a rare opportunity to spend a week on the road. We decided on Paso Robles for our destination. I'm not sure what made us decide to go there, but we don't seem to really need a reason . . . we just go. I hunt pigs on a ranch not too far from Paso Robles, but I had never actually been in the town itself. Neither had Sandy. We arrived on Saturday and set up camp. Due to the photographer not always being very smart, he didn't get a picture of Boldlygo on this trip. However, you can trust us, she was there too. Our RV park was the Paso Robles Wine Country RV Park. Nice place. A little pricey, but nice and it was centrally located.
When I was a kid, my grandparents lived in Grover Beach, California. Of course, back then it was known as Grover City. Since they do have a beach and they compete with Pismo Beach for tourism, they changed their name a few years ago. I guess Grover Beach sounds a little more Jazzy than Grover City. Regardless, the town holds a lot of memories for me, including my having gone to school there for part of my Kindergarten year. Also, my parents and my grandfather (along with some other family members) were members of the Grover Missionary Baptist Church there. I have fond memories of attending there as a child. Since we were on the road for Easter Sunday, we decided to go to church in Grover. Here is a picture of the church. It sure seems a lot smaller now that I am older . . .
The following day, we headed over to Hearst Castle on Highway 1. William Randolph Hearst was a real weirdo and built this massive edifice, probably for no other reason than to show how rich and powerful he was. Alas, it is appointed unto men once to die, regardless of how rich they are. So now, the property is owned and operated by the state. It is interesting to take the tour and see the amazing oppulence.
On the way back to camp from Hearst Castle, we stopped in Morro Bay for dinner. One of my hunting guides, Marc Tognazinni, has parents who own a restaurant there. It is named, appropriately enough, Tognazinni's. They own a boat and are commercial fishermen. So you can bet that the fish on their menu is the freshest around.About a half mile from our RV park was a Warbird museum. Well, since Sandy and I love all things old, we went down to check this little jewel out. In the picture below, you can see the disappointment in Sandy's face. Poor thing . . . she looks like someone who just got locked out of the 24 hour white sale at Broadway . . . This museum it turns out, is only open Friday through Sunday, so we missed it. Oh well . . . maybe next time.
This was one of those rare weeks away where we struck the perfect balance between doing too much and not having enough to do. We were able to go see the sights, including the spot where James Dean was killed. We also visited Parkfield, the "Earthquake Capitol of the World". The San Andreas fault runs right through the middle of this little one horse town. We also visited the Works and Jack ranches, both places where I have hunted wild pigs. And with all of that, we still were able to sit around the campfire every night and talk. We also had time for naps and such. It really was a great week.
On the way home, we stopped in Buellton, California to eat breakfast at Pea Soup Anderson's. While there, we bought the soup fixings for our pastor, who had told us that he really liked their soup. We don't know if he has used it yet. We bought some for ourselves too and it is still sitting in the cabinet. Maybe soon!!
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