John Steinbeck once described Cannery Row as, "...a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream." What he forgot to include in his description was a 14-mile oceanside hike, a bevy of barking sea lions, a $15 blue cheese burger, a short rib dinner and a finger puppet named Foo.
With bags packed and a fully-charged digital camera, we began our 90-mile drive to Monterey in honor of Bob's [fill in the number you deem appropriate here] birthday—a fine excuse for adventure.
After a hearty breakfast and cheap backpack purchase (Zut alors! We carelessly left our well-weathered pack in Palo Alto)—we were on our way. Our hike was nothing short of spectacular; crashing waves to our right, fields of iridescent flowers to our left, and a tasty blue cheese burger at the 7-mile mark, the Inn at Spanish Bay, and thankfully our turnaround point.
By mid-afternoon we welcomed a nap and a shower, then headed off to to Fandango for a birthday dinner where Bob played with his silverware in anticipation of his shortribs, Ms. Foo made friends with a ceramic swine and Mama Foo demolished her fillet with the same vigor used to slay the baked cookie sundae earlier that afternoon.
Happy Birthday Bob! (and many mooooooooore...)
After a hearty breakfast and cheap backpack purchase (Zut alors! We carelessly left our well-weathered pack in Palo Alto)—we were on our way. Our hike was nothing short of spectacular; crashing waves to our right, fields of iridescent flowers to our left, and a tasty blue cheese burger at the 7-mile mark, the Inn at Spanish Bay, and thankfully our turnaround point.
By mid-afternoon we welcomed a nap and a shower, then headed off to to Fandango for a birthday dinner where Bob played with his silverware in anticipation of his shortribs, Ms. Foo made friends with a ceramic swine and Mama Foo demolished her fillet with the same vigor used to slay the baked cookie sundae earlier that afternoon.
Happy Birthday Bob! (and many mooooooooore...)
6 comments:
Is that Foo sucking up au jus through a parsley straw?
Yes. Just like her mama.
no fair! 15 miles of flat vs. 7 miles of Windy Hill - AND you gots steak and ribs?! no fair I say!
Happy Birthday "Hiking Bob"!
Happy Birthday to Bob. Let 'em eat meat and cake! Bob, you OWN Palo Alto and the Monterey Peninsula. What a monster-friend, what a gentle-man. And thanks for everything. Love, Les
Hey! Happy belated birthday, Bob! Your belated b-day agenda is:
eat cake
open presents
be adored
repeat
Big smooch to you, Kiwi, and Foo :0)
Thanks Kenno - I assume my numerous gifts from AZ are chugging there way to me in an overloaded UPS truck. ;-)
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