Not quite un-wound enough to mingle with the crowds downtown and along Cannery Row, I opted instead to head west to the shore for quiet and solitude. At Asilomar State Beach, I ate lunch before loading up the old Yashica I had used for a b/w film photography class I took earlier this spring. These, of course, are from a digital point-and-shoot I always carry with me:
Is 17-Mile Drive actually seventeen miles long? I have a terrible sense for estimating distance, but enjoyed the winding drive south through the trees where multi-million dollar homes emerged from and retreated into the forest. With gray skies overhead, the shaded road felt secluded and mysterious.
Turning back north, the road hugs the coastline with views of the endless Pacific on the left and golf courses and country clubs on the right. Just past the Pebble Beach Golf Links is the Lone Cypress:
Further up the road at Fanshell Overlook, my trusty traveling companion takes a breather while meditating on the vastness of the ocean:
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