Yesterday was our last big(gish) mileage day of the trip.
We cruised right through the Bay Area on 680, miraculously avoiding any and all traffic in garlic country and landed in Carmel, CA, mid-evening.
Carmel-by-the-Sea.
I still consider Carmel to be Clint Eastwood’s little paradise, although, it’s not as little as I recall...
Our accommodations were, again, made via Air BnB and the cute, little bungalow in the heart of downtown was within walking distance to everything. In true Costanza fashion, I was most excited about finding a parking space right out front...indeed, I felt lucky...punk.
Over the past three weeks we have constantly caught breaks like that: small things that, for whatever reason, just seem to go our way. Inconsequential in the long run, but helpful to quell any unnecessary travel stress.
We had martinis and dinner at The Hog’s Breath Inn, Clint’s place.
Much to our surprise, the man himself was in fact,
not sitting at the bar, awaiting our triumphant arrival...but his photo sure was everywhere!
Steven was banned from wearing his pink shorts into Clint Eastwood’s restaurant, but of course, got complemented on his pink Worcester Hot Dog Safari sweatshirt as soon as we walked in. Ugh...
The food was tremendous and I inhaled everything in sight. Upon returning to our 18-hour home and flipping on the tube, we capped the night with an episode of Columbo and some much-needed shut-eye.
A somewhat small day, but another good one.
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