Loretta and I were able to spend some quality time with my Mom and my Son. We stayed in one of our favorite rooms in one of our favorite motels in Pismo (The Seacrest). The weather was great. From our motel room third floor patio, we watched the sun set, had a couple of drinks, ate some snacks, ordered a pizza from Del's, had a few laughs, and all went well. Our drive home the next day completed the 24-hour Pismo turn-around, leaving us a bit spent but happy.
The Central Coast was relatively quiet Sunday, still lacking the throngs that will begin their invasion of our old stomping ground come Memorial Day. The craziness will last through Labor Day, weekdays as well as weekends. They descend upon this seaside attraction from all over the world...from everywhere. A large portion are from the valley where we reside now. They bring their campers, their people trailers, their toy trailers, their RV's, and their money. This upcoming time of the year is what keeps Pismo in business.
It's the Call of the Sea I suspect. The desire to stick your toes in the wet sand and smell the ocean is what brings most of them. That was the last thing we did before checking out of the Seacrest. From the edge of the cliff, we gazed at the waves breaking below and took in a few deep breaths of fresh, foggy sea air. Got one last glance of the pier in the distance, the gulls circling overhead, the few remaining pelicans cruising in formation up and down the coast...loaded up...and drove away.No biggee. We always come back, either Pismo or Monterey. And until California falls into the sea...they will always be there.
