We also caught glimpses of some of the local real estate. You sure do have to be rich to live around here!
From there we went on into Carmel. We had to stop off at the beach for Eli. Edie and John were feeling a little more like just relaxing.
We did some window shopping.
And we ate a very dog-friendly restaurant called The Forge in the Forest. I have no idea what that name means, but it gives me a certain J. R. R. Tolkien feel.
It was not far from Carmel to a evening’s destination, the Riverside Campground and Cabins in Big Sur. It’s on Highway 1 right near Pfeiffer State Park.
This is just about the ONLY place on this part of the coast that takes dogs, and that is the only thing it has going for it. If there was ever a place to utter the classic Betty Davis line, “What a dump!” it is cabin 10 at the Riverside Campgrounds and Cabins. The toolshed where they keep the lawnmowers at Ventana must be way nice than this place.
Edie preferred to stay outside. I couldn’t blame her. She always was a dog with good taste.
We decided to take a walk around the area. It was surprisingly hard to go anywhere without coming across big signs saying “NO TRESPASSING” and somehow you knew they were serious about it. It seems like it isn’t a big leap from the Summer of Love to Deliverance.
John was bored, so when he found a rope hanging from a tree he decided to try swinging on it. It was fun for a moment.
We heated up some food we brought from Pacific Grove and went to bed early. There was nothing else to do.
