. . . and then we drove the coast road

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The views were so lovely I felt compelled to take lots of photos from the car.




I liked the occasional tunnels of juniper trees








We started glimpsing the ocean








We stopped at two beaches. Lots of driftwood had washed up to provide foreground contrast (and seating for my mother), and the occasional tree was posing dramatically on the headland. Almost no shells - all pulverized.




















Now the sun was westering:




Gulls were gathering on the beach and this little fellow - I understand he is a Brewer's Blackbird - was feasting on a hunk of bread.




We made a side trip to Pescadero




where I had mixed success capturing the old farmhouses from the moving car






and we found a nice little main street






We didn't walk all the way down to the church (and the graveyard visible on the lower hillside), which turns out to have been a shame since the church is a California historic landmark without a photo on Wikimedia Commons. But we did patronize this well set up charity shop


and I was able to document the community hall, which was built as a church and is also a landmark


as well as a few of the buildings in use as curio shops, B & Bs . . . and houses. Some contented cats were lounging about the sculpture at the first house








. . . the top of the barn rents out for overnights.