In Search Of Destiny…………..#71 (the 50’s)

The Wayfarers of Highway #1

The Wayfarers of Highway #1

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Traveling South

      Sunrise on the Pacific isn’t as prodigious as a sunset, Gary’s astute observation  amidst this extended journey,  he and Dale having spent their first night camping on the side of scenic Highway #1 .  Gary was entertaining thoughts of breakfast and a rummaging thru the provisional supplies,  withdrawing a small box of Maypo maple flavored oatmeal  and with a little water added,  a morning snack was entertained.   The two youths being uncertain about the availability and the location of the next roadside service convenience, but fuel was never a concern,  the Cushman having a mileage range of more than two hundred miles.   The weather was in cooperation, a clear morning sky for motoring south,  the waters of the Pacific ever pristine,  providing a scenic wonder view from their open air jitney.   A hesitation, a cigarette stop, dismounting gazing with admiration of the preternatural outcroppings, carved by the incessant sculpturing from the continual sea.   Mans mark was encountered, the bridges stretching over the exiting ambulating water flow from the mountain crest in search of destiny,  returning home to the sea.   Traveling on,  a wandering vacancy prevailed, the adventurers meeting few travelers to share in the  beholding of the spectacular array, Gary concluding ,  February was not the month for tourist.

Morro Bay Rock as seen from Highway 1

Morro Bay Rock as seen from Highway 1

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The Channel Islands

The Channel Islands

     San Simeon,  a highlighted reservation to visit,  but to no avail.  A sign frequented the access roadway, “Closed for repair”,  another misadventure,  disappointed but not discouraged,  there would be other expositions to be realized.   Continuation was perpetual and solidary,  the constant disquieting from the scooter’s muffler it’s droning ever-present.  The diurnal course progressed and eventually  signs of inhabitants, a small community advancing into view,  a picturesque town with  a famous monument jutting from the sea,  Morro Bay.  Gary, having explored the realm of abalone fishing, finding this location noted as the abalone capital of the west,  renown for capacious harvesting.  The natural inlet, the standing Morro Rock a pavilion,  establishing  shelter for the many small fishing crafts that lay nestled at anchor.  He noticed when approaching this diminutive community a rock spewed coastline but out of sight the Channel Islands of Santa Cruz, Santa Rosa and San Miguel provisions for the mollusk fishing industry .  Departing the somnolent community the aura of graphic surroundings would fade and the mechanized world would once again  present itself,  highway #101,  San Luis Obespo,  a thirty minute destination.

The community of Pismo Beach

The community of Pismo Beach

The dunes of Pismo Beach

The dunes

A deserted Pismo Beach sheltered from view by the dunes

A deserted Pismo Beach sheltered from view by the dunes

    The sun was devaluing in the west,  its brilliancies  diminishing to a fragmented amber and attentiveness was put on the agenda,  a station for tonight becoming foremost.   A stop for fuel at a commercial location found the two  accosting the pacific.  Across the highway,  an expanse of beach protected from view  by a raised sand dunes stretching for as far as the eye could see.  Reaching the dunes knoll,  casting a gaze towards the sea,  a sanitary restroom station building stood and beyond,  a scattering of stationary cooking grills.   The beach was deemed desolate, the fog beginning to filter in, nor a person present.   The two determined that this bleak area was famous Pismo Beach, its emptiness was similar to San Francisco during the winter months,  especially in the evening hour when the beach is embraced by the incoming fog.   The travelers approved and the appointment was made,  they would repose on the beach with the dunes blocking the view from the highway and solitude could be observed. 

Sunset on the beach

Sunset on the beach

     A gathering of driftwood and a warm fire benefited as the two surveyed their accomplishment thus far.   The adventure having materialized and Gary finding it difficult to believe, to experience  sitting before a contingency of glowing embers,  the sound of the breakers discerning their way to the  beach and to embrace an inconceivable journey with no benefaction except to be present.   Bundling in his mummy sleeping bag,  burrowed on the beach sands of the Pacific with sounds and rhythmic slight of the ocean spray providing a concluding mellowing  rest.

 

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3 Responses to “In Search Of Destiny…………..#71 (the 50’s)”

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