Point Lobos

Monday March 9, 1992

Up at 7 a.m. so we can be at The Tinnery for early breakfast - buy one get one free. Breakfasts run about $6.00 and the small orange juice I have costs $2.50. It's about 4 ounces--too much!

We drive along the sea, stopping to take a 1 mile hike where it is especially interesting. Then the road takes us inland for awhile and we end up at Point Lobos. It's a State Park $6.00 per car. What a fabulous place. We get free binoculars to use from the ranger. We drive, hike, drive, hike, eat our packed lunch, and hike some more. Not too much up and down so I do very well. We see lots of birds and sea lions and beautiful scenery, rocks, cliffs, flowers. It's a wonderful day.

At 5 p.m. we are back on Fisherman's Wharf for early bird dinner at Red Snapper. It's great! I go to bed at 10. Frank stays up to watch a movie. What a great day! I'm feeling very guilty about not seeing Chris this trip. I tried to call her again today. No answer.

This was in the days before cellphones were commonplace. It must have been frustrating for Mom not to be able to get hold of me. Nowadays I have my cellphone on me most of the time, so can be reached even when I'm not home. There are a few places we camp that have no cellphone coverage, but for the most part, I can be reached day or night.

Point Lobos is a state park south of Monterey and Carmel. It is one of the most beautiful parks in California. The scenery is spectacular and it is still $6 per vehicle. This park is well worth the fee, with numerous hiking trails along coves, cliffs, and dense vegetation with flowering trees and shrubs.

Dinner At The Tinnery

Sunday March 8, 1992

Up at 6:30 a.m. and into the shower so we can leave at 8 a.m. for the gospel hour at the Jazz Festival. I really enjoy this singalong of old church songs. I know most of the songs by heart. They hand out song books. Frank sings all the songs too. Surprising for a Catholic. He seems to enjoy it. We sit with Bob and Sharon for awhile. They head home.

At noon we are on the wharf eating clam chowder soup from the center of a loaf of San Francisco french bread. What a treat! Great chowder. We spend the afternoon on Fisherman's Wharf in different places, listening to Dixieland Jazz until 4 p.m. We shop for rings for me. I buy 3 fabulous fakes. I'm too fat to wear any of my good rings and I need these for the cruise. I call Chris and Justin.

We take a lovely drive and have dinner at The Tinnery on the water. A beautiful view and a wonderful unique dinner. Home for a movie at 8:30 p.m. Pretty tired.

I never knew that Catholics don't sing! Come to think of it I have never heard Frank sing, but I also have never heard my dad sing, my husband sing, or my boys sing. I guess singing is a girl thing. I'm sure some of you guys reading this will disagree, but I'm just speaking from the perspective of the men in my own life.

This sounds like such a fun romantic weekend. Thank you Frank for being so kind and generous with Mom.