Don’t freak out or anything, but this post is out of chronological order.
My dear friend Dennis came to visit James and me the weekend before I headed home to see my family (early May). Here’s what happened.
Philip, me and Dennis in San Francisco. The three of us met while working at the Alley Theatre more than a decade ago (time flies). Over lunch, we discussed our plans to bring queso to the Bay Area. Million dollar idea. All we need is a million dollars to get started. After lunch, I brought Dennis down to Pacific Grove for the weekend. Where SF is an expensive, exotic cat with vegan dreadlocks winding its way back and forth between your feet, PG is an old hound dog that barely raises its head from the porch. I generally prefer hanging with the hound dog, but it’s fun every once in a while to try to pet the cat.
The fog started rolling in before we were out of San Francisco, and it followed us south. We teetered back and forth between fog and clear blue skies all weekend. Sometimes at the same time. Dennis is the first friend we’ve had visit, and we weren’t sure what to do for entertainment. So we did what we love–went to Big Sur. Two days in a row.
We took him to some of our favorite places. This is one of the Garrapata turnouts. I took this from the stairs going down to the beach. James suddenly lit out for some off-roading (seen here, scampering up a hill), and Dennis followed.
Here’s where they ended up. And they managed to get down without breaking anything.
Sitting in the car waiting for the Point Sur Light Station gate to open. We did the once-monthly moonlight tour in April and loved it, so we were excited to see it was happening again while Dennis was here. (Notice the reflection of the ocean. And, though I may wear a cap like a dude, when taking a photo I hold my pinky out like a lady.)
It was a totally different experience this time–and still amazing. The weather was calm–no gale-force winds. The skies were cloudy, obscuring the sunset and moonrise. Our tour guide was dressed in a vintage lightkeeper’s uniform, and he carried a lantern. There were amateur ghost hunters in the group. Oh, and one more thing.
Whales! I’d pumped Dennis up to see sea lions, whales and otters (he’d seen plenty of bears in San Francisco), but on his last night here we still hadn’t seen any whales. Even though, just a week ago, I easily saw water spouts while driving down the highway next to the ocean. We were gathered at the base of the rock the lighthouse sits on, and Dennis joked that the whole trip was a bust because I’d promised whales but there were none to be seen. Then someone in our group pointed and yelled “Whales!” Sure enough, there were two gray whales frolicking in the water very close to shore. Not only were they blowing spouts of water, they were also breaching and hanging out close to the surface.
This was the best action shot I managed to snap. It was odd that they were so close to shore–hope they weren’t trying to warn us about aliens or great white sharks or great white alien sharks.
Our tour guide, wearing a 1920s lighthouse keeper’s uniform. It probably won’t surprise you to learn that this same fellow told us some ghost stories later that night.
And then there’s Maude, chilling at the Big Sur river.
I didn’t manage to take pictures of the two times we ate burgers (here and here). Or the time we ate It’s It. Just know that those important things happened. And they were good. So was our visit with Dennis. We’re hoping he didn’t find us too weird and will come out here again soon.