Monday, November 8, 2010

Pismo time

Pismo time is special to us. It's the place where we always seem to talk about 'meaty' issues in the relationship - what "we" means, getting married, buying the house. Even when times were stretched a bit financially, we could not do away with our Pismo weekend.
This trip (last weekend) was as wonderful as always (except, maybe for the cold that I have that isn't moving). Thursday's weather was gorgeous, Friday was nice, Saturday and Sunday were normal Pismo - fog, drizzle, splotchy clouds. Doesn't matter. Our biggest decision is always "Do we eat at McLintocks on Thursday night and the Cracked Crab on Friday? Or vice versa?"

We stay at a motel that, from the street, looks like it's stuck in the 50s or 60s - The Kon Tiki Inn. It's on the corner of Price and Dolliver, within walking distance to both the pier and the restaurants along Price, and all the rooms have balconies and face the ocean. It's funky looking from the outside, but the rooms are simple, clean, and have La-Z-Boy love seats. Free wi-fi, too.

There is always a festival the weekend we go (the last weekend in October or the first weekend in November). Some years it's the Pismo Clam Festival, some years it's the Pismo Jazz Festival. This year, it was a high school marching band competition, so there were all sorts of snappy uniforms and feathery hats around town.

There's also a sports apparel store on Pomeroy (the road that leads to the pier) where we scored our SF Giants World Series paraphernalia and my brother's Christmas present (it's a Yankee-themed appliance).

Some shots to whet your appetites...
The view from the top of the stairs heading down to the beach.
Awww... isn't that cute?
The view from our balcony Sunday morning. The little dots are surfers.
The view from the top of the stairs leading down to the beach. 125 or so steps.
From the beach at low tide, looking to the northeast.