AN IMPULSIVE TURN-A GOOD TURN-REPAIRING A TURN

 DISCOVERING A SIDE ROAD

        It was an impulsive turn off Highway 1, the Pacific Coast Highway, as we headed south from Morro Bay toward San Luis Obispo.  I was interested in getting near a field of rolled hay bales. That wasn't going to happen, I soon discovered, but the narrow the road looked promising none the less.

        Poppies along a fence row revealed a more red variety that we had seen before.

A healthy crop of prickly pear cactus formed a kind of fence.

 There were more brilliant poppies and blooming wild flowers filled a field.

The road did not permit access to the field of bales, but I discovered a new perspective

on Mt Hollister

and further down the lane an historic private cemetery. It dates from the mid 1800's and belongs to the heirs of Vincente Canet who came from Spain around 1824.

A little noticed side road on an overcast day revealed more jewels here of the Central Coast.

Make a turn and take a side road someday.  You might be surprised what you'll discover on a rarely traveled route.

WORKING THE COAST HIGHWAY

PHOTO BY DAVID MIDDLECAMP SAN LUIS OBISPO TRIBUNE

LINK HERE FOR AN EXCELLENT STORY BY TAD WEBER OF THE SAN LUIS OBISPO TRIBUNE ABOUT THE BIG SUR DIG-THE EFFORT TO REOPEN THE PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY

A GERMAN TURN

I was pleased to read of the German government's commitment to alternative fuel sources by 2022. Putting investment and support into wind, solar and hydroelectric will help move the technologies forward and make them a more viable investment.  This is the direction of the future.

See you down the trail.

MICHAEL ON FIRE--A UNIQUE PERFORMANCE & SUCCULENTS, CACTUS AND THEIR FANS

EXTRAORDINARY MUSICAL ARTIST

      Michael On Fire played the Painted Sky this Memorial weekend in what was one of the most powerful and personal performances I've seen.

      Michael and his band, mesmerized the audience in the historic recording studio.  He is a powerful lyricist painting images that connect with something deep in the psyche in a way that makes you feel you have known the songs and ranged over the emotion of them for your whole life.  His tunes are as though they were pre ordained in your memory.  Almost his entire play list clicked open a receptor that made it immediately recognizable, though I'd never heard his music before.  Weird huh!  And the stories they convey also reach deep in a haunting way. He covers a landscape of history, spirit, aspiration and grit. 

     He is a sincere and engaging troubadour.  His band were all masters of their instrument. In the room that evening was a give and take between artists and audience that was palpable. 

     I urge you check him out.  His music will not leave you soon. Here are a couple of samples.

THE ANNUAL SHOW

       The Central Coast, South Africa, an area of the Mediterranean, south and west Australia and portion of Chile share a unique climate and growing zone.  Succulents and cactus are a part of that mix, especially where drought resistant plants do well.
       Those exotics are celebrated on the Central Coast by the Central Coast Cactus and Succulent Society.  They are so celebrated there is a waiting list to join the Society.
This year's show, the Fifth Annual, is a case in point.
        Look at the people in que to ring out their purchases.

Yes, that is a double line.

with four cashiers at work.

 These are scenes from the "sales" room.

Ribbon winners are presented further down the post.

THE SHOW ROOM AND THE RIBBON WINNERS

I was ignorant about succulents and cactus until our move to the Central Coast.

I knew a little about desert cactus, but very little.  I've been fascinated to discover the wide variety of plant and marvel at their exotic and other worldly look.

The picture below reminds me of a character out of Star Wars.

If you are curious, we did take a couple of new plants home where they'll join our succulent garden.  Frequent readers of the blog have probably seen photos in previous posts in our Day Book section.

See you down the trail.

THE WEEKENDER :) MEMORIAL WEEKEND SPECIAL

REMEMBERING

and

WE BRING YOU A SMILE

     My grandmother and her sisters used to call it "decoration day," the day you took flowers to decorate the graves.  It was always a Memorial Day tradition, to take flowers to the cemetery and to listen to the Indianapolis 500, "The Greatest Spectacle in Racing," on the radio.

     It is a weekend to remember, not only those who were lost in the service to our nation, or those who served, but to remember all of our family and loved ones.
      My father and Mother, pictured above were diligent about remembering. That is probably why, whenever I am in Indiana, I visit the cemetery and place flowers.

     This weekend I'm across the country, but I remember those trips over the decades. I also remember generations who now rest in peace, especially brothers John and Jim, taken in their prime.

John David

James D

       I also remember Sid Collins who was the voice of the 500, the man who painted such vivid word pictures, who ignited my imagination on all of those memorial days of my youth.  As he called the race after our visit to the cemetery, I'd be racing my old bike around neighborhood blocks imagining being in the field with names like Rathman, Ward, Foyt, Jones, O'Conner, Flaherty, Vukovitch, Sachs and others.

      Years later I worked with Sid and I remember those days as well.

If you wish, here is a beautiful moment of reflection.

ZIGGY UPDATE

She has gone back to her normal napping, resting, observing and dreaming "nest." She has more of an appetite. We hope she's turned the corner.
NOW ABOUT SMILES

HERE'S SOMETHING TO PUT A SMILE INTO YOUR WEEKEND.  BE SURE TO WATCH THIS.

HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND.
SEE YOU DOWN THE TRAIL.

OF FRIENDS, CATS AND BUCOLIC VEWS

AN ECLECTIC FRIDAY

Nesta and Ziggy catch the morning the sun.
Ziggy, the black cat, has not been well.  A trip to the vet and we hope the protocol prescribed will make a difference.  After 16 years the old girl is a dear member of the family.  Some find it odd, but I think it is wonderful how we humans feel about our masters, those cats and dogs we work to feed.
FORCED TO THE ALFRESCO SETTING

The Friday lunch Flash Mob was so large today there was no room for us on the deck.
The picnic setting is not so shabby.  That's the old San Simeon School behind us.
On the other side is the big blue

It was another round of eclectic conversation-but quite informed of course!
THE CENTRAL COAST DAY BOOK
WHAT YOU SEE OUT AND ABOUT

X marks the spot.

Hug a friend, pet an animal, look around you.
See you down the trail.

OPRAH & THE BLONDE ITALIANS AGAIN

THE BIG O

       I have a little different take on Oprah. I was amused that a program no less serious than Charlie Rose on PBS spent an hour analyzing the Oprah era in television and her impact on society.  Countless articles have covered the phenomena that is Oprah.  The two next to last programs, taped at the United Center in Chicago, a cross between a rock concert and a religious crusade, came close to being the first step in the beatification of her Oness.

       Years ago, before I read it attributed to anyone else, I called her the most dangerous woman in television.  Dangerous?  How?  

        She was dangerous to any station not carrying her syndicated program.  In almost every market, the local news that followed Oprah was number 1 in that time slot.

I ran a news a department that had to compete with her powerful lead in.  The station where she aired would begin their 5:00 News with maybe a 13-17 rating, or higher.  We other stations had 3, 5, 7  or depending on the changing line up of lead ins, lower than that. That meant that Oprah controlled the early evening news.  She knew that and her syndication fees, for the station's bidding to carry her, continued to go up and up and up.

Still, the winning station in the bid knew, could count on, at least starting the lucrative early evening news block with a sizable audience advantage.

       We worked hard to provide a product and quality that would attract an audience, but coming off the block, the Oprah affiliate had such a lead, they almost hard to work at loosing audience.  When we could win, that is have the largest audience by 6PM it was an incredible achievement and well noted.

      So, now that Queen O is vacating the daily pre news syndication spot, it will be fascinating, fun even, to see how those Orpah led stations fare.  That is until the new queen or king of afternoon chat emerges, though it seems unlikely there ever be the likes of Oprah. THE QUEEN IS GONE.  LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!

...speaking of queens...

INSPECTION TIME

Time for another "look in" at our Blond Italian Bee Colony.

We need to check on their status in laying brood, capping comb and beginning to deposit honey. To do so the top is removed and the queens quarter is examined.

Katherine tranquilizes the colony so we can remove the so called queen screen.

Once the queen screen is set aside we get a better look

The round cornered rectangular shapes on the frame top above is propolis, a tree resin the bees collect to "seal" the connecting surfaces and edges of the frame.

They do this for security.  Breaking the seal requires use of a tool.

 We can then pull a frame for closer examination.

 All movement should be slow, easy, making sure not to injure a bee.

 A frightened, riled or injured bee can send a warning signal agitating the colony and making them aggressive.

Lana and Katherine are looking for evidence that chambers for pupa have been formed.

 Areas of the frame comb have been filled-a good sign.

The white and non yellow fill in some of the comb pictured above is the first evidence that honey is being made. Ciao my little blondes.
See you down the trail.