2015 Thursday -- On Our Way In

We are headed into our little seacoast community of Cayucos on California's Central Coast. The sun has set and the clouds above Point Estero on the Estero Bay are blushing. In moments we'll arrive at our little beach shack and we'll see the progress our construction team has made since we rolled away from here on Monday morning, November 9th.

This shack, the remodel construction, and the wonder of all we are experiencing is a journey so unexpected . . . in all of lives we never dreamed we'd be doing this. We fell "in like" with Cayucos on a vacation many years ago -- summer of '84 or '85 -- when we spent a night in this ocean village with our teenage daughter and our tandem bicycle, a mountain bike, and a VW bus.

And early that next morning of vacationing, Mr. Fun woke at O-dark-thirty, strapped-on his bicycle helment, saddled-up his mountain bike, and went for a ride. As he pedalled, he discovered many of the houses had names. He saw one named "Journey's End" and returned to our motel room and with a sigh of appreciation and more than a twinge of desire as he told me about "Journey's End."

Since then, we've fallen "in love" with this community and purchased a little beach shack, not The "Journey's End," but the place that has become the end of our journey each time we come here.

Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol