Home in Carmel Valley

I've been channeling Jack Kerouac lately, and wondering how I ever decided to get off the road and settle down in Carmel Valley, a small rural community a couple of mountains over and a ten-mile drive from Carmel-by-the-Sea or just plain Carmel if you wish. I am home, I think. At least I'd like to think I'm home.

I spent 323 days or so living in motels and in casinos on comps and attending art festivals and blogging and takeing pictures. I guess I'm tired and have stopped traveling. I came to Carmel and the Monterey Peninsula a few days ago and just decided to stay. The ocean, the cool breezes, the nice people keep things in balance when you consider this area is among the most expensive places to live. I'm paying more for gas than rent.

I've opened a studio for a place to hang out and write, paint, draw, swat flies, and watch delivery trucks drop off fresh fruit to the market that sits beneath me. All is well, so far.

Off the Road.

Day 323 on the road...not so fast.
Day 2 no longer on the road.

Wild Goose Cafe, Carmel Valley Village, California.

Well I've done it. For now, I'm off the road. After almost a year of traveling the Southwest, I've landed in the beautiful Carmel Valley, 10 miles inland in a southerly direction from Carmel and Monterey.

I'll be posting more in coming days on the reasons for leaving the road and what I've learned along the way. As for this blog, it will continue. So don't leave.

Scenic Hwy.198 near Coalinga

Cannery Row at Monterey Bay, Part 2

Cannery Row at Monterey Bay

Fisherman's Wharf at Monterey Bay, Part 2

Fisherman's Wharf at Monterey Bay