Watsonville, CA
I am cooking my dinner here on the propane stove: sauteed chicken, cauliflower with red onion, and some pesto pasta. I am in Watsonville, California, north of Monterey. I'm a "Harvest Host" member, which means that I can find vineyards, wineries, farms, and museums, and for a modest fee, either buy a product or spend a bit of money, to secure a space. So, right now, I am at the Red Hawk Farm. I'm overlooking a vineyard field, with really noisy crickets, and it's only 6:30 pm! I LOVE hearing them! The owner let me plug into their 30 amp service, which I have not had since I was at my cousin's house. It's actually warm here, compared to earlier in the day when I visited Salina's River Beach Park. The park was a remote board walk from the parking lot, and I was only one of three cars in this spot. I folded open my beach chair, and for about an hour, read my book, and enjoyed complete solitude and privacy. But it was cold. Omg, it was like arriving on the moon....in California! Unfortunately, I also witnessed a poor seal carcass that was being "worked on" by several birds. Mama nature, doing her thing.
I passed by several farms, including an artichoke farms, with several school buses lined up. Apparently farm workers are shuttled in. I didn't have the heart to stop and take photographs of the workers, as every eye was watching me pass by. I'm sure this is not the tourist, or RV route that most get to witness. I kinda felt like I was in Mexico, or a throw back in a time, of farms, of the deep south. This is farm work that most Americans could never even imagine, or appreciate.
Earlier in the day I paid a visit to Cannery Row, in Monterey. It was a fish cannery and made world famous by author, John Steinbeck. It's a tourist attraction now with small shops and several restaurants with upscale hotels. I enjoyed a stroll through an Antique Mall, in Cannery Row, visually overwhelmed, but focused on a particular item that may be "speaking to me" for the immediate future. I did not buy it, but the moment I saw it, it brought back memories of my childhood when I lived on Plank Road in Walworth, NY. It was just a flower shaped clock, and it was the exact clock that we had in our "fun room." It was a room that my father built above our garage, complete with pink high pile shag carpeting, and blue paneling. It was a pre-teen dream room, and awesome place for slumber parties with my friends. My sisters and I loved this room. So when I set eyes on this clock, those memories certainly came flooding back to me. I guess that is the intrigue with going to an antique store. On a mission, and quest to find items that resonate with your past.
I passed by several farms, including an artichoke farms, with several school buses lined up. Apparently farm workers are shuttled in. I didn't have the heart to stop and take photographs of the workers, as every eye was watching me pass by. I'm sure this is not the tourist, or RV route that most get to witness. I kinda felt like I was in Mexico, or a throw back in a time, of farms, of the deep south. This is farm work that most Americans could never even imagine, or appreciate.
Earlier in the day I paid a visit to Cannery Row, in Monterey. It was a fish cannery and made world famous by author, John Steinbeck. It's a tourist attraction now with small shops and several restaurants with upscale hotels. I enjoyed a stroll through an Antique Mall, in Cannery Row, visually overwhelmed, but focused on a particular item that may be "speaking to me" for the immediate future. I did not buy it, but the moment I saw it, it brought back memories of my childhood when I lived on Plank Road in Walworth, NY. It was just a flower shaped clock, and it was the exact clock that we had in our "fun room." It was a room that my father built above our garage, complete with pink high pile shag carpeting, and blue paneling. It was a pre-teen dream room, and awesome place for slumber parties with my friends. My sisters and I loved this room. So when I set eyes on this clock, those memories certainly came flooding back to me. I guess that is the intrigue with going to an antique store. On a mission, and quest to find items that resonate with your past.
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