This morning saw a successful and timely win against Satnav, who in a spirit of provocative meanness tried to force us down Highway 101 again for our journey south. It took a hundred miles before the spoilt brat stopped demanding a legal U turn at the earliest safe opportunity, but we closed our ears and made it all the way down to Cambria with the coast firmly in view. When it wasn’t shrouded in thick impenetrable mist.
Cambria. Cowboy clapboard meets Hansel and Gretel. The sort of town that raises many more questions than it answers. Why does it exist in the first place? Just for Pacific Coastal Highway travellers in search of a coffee break? A whole town to service tea breaks? But despite the gingerbread trim, it had a curiously appealing air.
And terrifically clean and free public restrooms and friendly chirpy inhabitants, of course…
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