Over the Hill, the 07.07.07 day trip

Wow! One of my latest photos taken with my Nokia!

Das behr was feeling a whole lotta boredom this past Saturday, the "lucky" day for weddings and lotto players. 07.07.07 The palindrome day. Anyways, like I just mentioned I was b-o-r-e-d that day. I had just completed my first week livin' in my car (surprisingly comfortable for sleeping, but I digress.) I found myself up in San Mateo county at the Vista Point that's notorious for guys to whip out their cocks to anyone looking for a show. **Not Das Behr mind you, I am well aware of what a penis looks like regardless of who it belongs to! ** besides many guys are clueless to the fact that CHP usually hangs out on the opposite ridge keeping tabs on the goings-on. Anyway Das Behr was coming up on the end of the allowed 6 hour stay and it was fast approaching 14.00hrs. Not wanting to waste anymore of the day without doing something constructive, I looked toward the west and watched as the fog kept rolling over the mountain range.




Then I made the decision to drive over the hill and see if the gate is open on the San Gregorio private beach.

i love driving over the hill on Woodside Road aka Highway 84. It is a pleasant drive complete with beautiful vistas and narly switch-backs. It is so unlike the other two routes over the hill. Namely Route 92 to Half Moon Bay and Highway 17 to Santa Cruz.

Highway 84 is the lesser traveled route. 92 has a sometimes pain-stakingly slow crawl of traffic replete with day-tripping tourists and tractor trailer trucks. 17 is a freeway for most of it's passage up and over the Summit. Funny the same people who drive like turtles on the flat valley floor freeways, are zooming assholes on a slalom race. That's why i like 84, it's a gentle trip. Top speed at times is a blazing 35mph. the slowest speeds are the posted ones of 15mph. Like I said those switch-backs (hairpin turns)are narly.

Twenty miles later, I was approaching the "t" intersection where 84 stops at the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway). Sure enough is was foggy! No matter- I knew it would be besides that...

I WAS ON THE COAST, YAY!

For those not familiar with the beaches of Northern California, Hiking down a trail hugging a cliff is pretty much the norm here. Here are some pics of that trek:



My Cobalt is seen here parked at the top of the trailhead.



Halfway down the cliff trail...



The view westward from the trail's mid-point.



Once on the beach, here's a glance back to the trail I just traversed.



Ah, the fog enshrouded coast!



The tide was going out at the time of this shot.

The private beach is located at the end of a "toll" road through a coastal ranch. I arrived around 15.00 and was advised by the toll-taker that the beach will close at 19.00 "if you last that long". What a queer thing to say, I pondered.

I trudged along the beach for about a quarter mile and found my "condo". Everyone I know who also go to this beach have always referred to the gay made driftwood corrals as condos. So I found mine and set-up camp. Here are the pix of my condo and the view from it:



Yeah, I know there's nothing much to it. A real fixer upper!



The view from the condo towards the cliff...



And finally a view from the inside...



Lastly, another pic of Das Behr!



So Sayeth Das Behr