I left Camarillo at the crack of 10 this morning and headed up towards Pismo Beach. After Santa Barbara, the road turned inland and ran through some very pretty hill country, lots of wine growing. Earlier, I noticed that my route would take my by one of those other Los Alamoses, so I stopped in to check it out.
It turned out to be kind of a sad, decaying tourist town. Any analogies to that other Los Alamos will be left for the reader to cogitate.
False advetising: it's just a tacky tourist shop, there was no pub.
I got to Pismo around 3:30. The temp was 70 degrees and the sun was warm. I decided to have a private wine and cheese party on the boardwalk.
Tomorrow: Big Sur.