Sunday, 3 March 2013
By: Hamid Khan
Comings and Goings
Life has a funny way of taking you many places if you let it. Even in my own mind, I wander. That's generally dangerous though. Especially behind the wheel.
But that's jumping ahead of myself. Recently, me and few companions were able to take a trip down Highway 1 along the coast of California. Our travels took us from San Francisco, North to Napa Valley then down to San Diego. Of course, that seems like a lot of driving (and it was) but instead of passing toll booths, turnpikes, and angry Michigan drivers (DON'T pretend you don't know what I'm talking about), these were the sights we took in on our way through Monterey and Carmel...
Welcome to San Francisco...
I made the guys listen to "I left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett a few times over the course of the day. I insisted that I was culturing them.
"... to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars..."
And then on to Big Sur and Pfeiffer Beach. My favorite. There were probably 20 people on the beach that day. It was 75 degrees but the water was bone chilling cold. I winced and then scurried back to lay on the warm, dry, soft white and purple* sand.
*I tell the truth.
This is Digger. He was waiting [im]patiently for his Master to come back from surfing.
This is my brother whipping himself with some long tube-like kelpy thing that washed up onto shore. I had never seen anything like that before on beaches on the east coast. I've been too lazy to research what it is. I'm sure google will know exactly what I'm looking for when I type that name into the search engine.
Below are a few random shots from our travels. I hope some time in your life's journey, you'll get the opportunity to visit California and these wonderful places. It's unlike any other place in the world (can't verify but it sure sounded right).
Hearst Castle. Or at least 1/10 of it.
The heated indoor pool at Hearst Castle that I would have gladly sold my first born to be able to swim in. (sorry, kid)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
My sister said that she was getting a daily barrage of Q &A from the little girl. "What's Tate up to today, mom?" "I wonder if he's being a good boy?" "Is he being nice to Rainy Day and Patches?" Sighing, I'm sure my sister in all her adult wisdom responded with something like "I wish I knew, sweetie. But I don't think Tate does much more than eat grass and fertilize the lawn. It would be nice to ask him what he does all day out at the farm but horses can't really talk or write."
WRONG-O, mom. Wrong-o.
Of course horses talk and write! Duh.
Luckily, the little girl's Aunt Poo went out to the barn with a large pencil in hand and some wide-lined paper and stood by while Tate wrote 5 long pages detailing his experiences with Tuna, the barnyard cat and Patches, his very best friend who has long eyelashes and a sassy disposition.
Word on the street is that it was bought, hook, line and sinker.