and I've got a KTM outside. First, I have a look at the tool kit...
...and bleed the forks.
Then I head down to Cannery Row for a coffee. When I arrive, it's practically deserted.
So I take some photos.
After my coffee, I head up the road to Pt. Lobos.
Yet another ideal spot on the Northern California Coast.
An egret, perched on some flotsam.
and Whalers Cove fit the bill nicely.
Typical flora of the Carmel coast.
Spanish moss covers the Cypress groves...
...adorning scenery of the highest standard.
The view looking south, across the cove. An old whaler's cottage still stands... as does the beastie, barely visible
beneath the large tree at the right.
beneath the large tree at the right.
The cottage is situated beneath an outrageous canopy of silvery moss.
I take a final look at Whaler's Cove...
...before collecting Brünhilde and exploring more of the park. Before long,
...I find this spot. It's Sunday, so I decide to have brunch at the Intercontinental, and it turns out to be a very good idea, indeed.
The view across Monterey Bay was expansive.
Especially when supplemented by a delicious glass or two of the local Pinot Noir.
As if by magic, a bit of bread appeared, followed by a superb New England Clam Chowder with leek, potato, and grilled corn.
Oysters with Arctic Char. Excelsior!
Finally, I choked down this plate of Eggs Benedict and third glass of wine.
Well, that certainly beat the hell out of the complimentary breakfast buffet on offer at the Quality Inn. Exhausted,
and in a state of torpor, I had one last stop before football...
After a good, long soak, I headed back to my room as the rain began to fall. I made a deal with myself to ride in
any and all weather, and so far, I had done just that (see the Nov. 29 post). But this time, I made an exception,
and postponed my trip, allowing the rain to pass through.
The reason, of course, was that tomorrow, I was headed to Big Sur, perhaps the world's most spectacular stretch
of coastline, and I didn't want to miss a thing.
