Shell Beach Day 2

So, we left the historic confines of San Luis Obispo and headed back to the coast. Our goal for the rest of the day was to look at some high priced real estate that white trash like us could never afford and eat some cookies that were way over priced at one dollar each.  This post will be boring, I assure you. We didn't run into any people worthy of sneaking their photo...

The was the view from the back edge of a vacant lot we stopped at.  Although I can't be sure, this one went for at least a million dollars.  When the tide is out you have your own private beach. Of course you have to build the stairs that allow you to go down there (in addition to the house).  Now I may be mistaken, but doesn't it look like erosion has already "taken" some of the cliff face away?

The house in the photo is three lots over. Poor bastards don't even have a beach. I wonder if anybody who lives like this worries about the occasional "rouge wave." One moment your asleep in your bed, spooning with your pet of choice, and the next minute your trying to climb onto the Kon-Tiki, which in this case now happens to be your floating coffee table.

I made a pact with myself that I'd never post flowers on my blog.  I'm not saying I don't take photos of them, because I do. I just don't want to post them.  For the moment, forget all that. This vacant lot was totally empty except for a downed power pole and two flowers. This is one of them. I was going to pluck it out of the ground and give it to my wife, but then she might expect such things from me that might be illegal in Shell Beach.

This is the other flower.  I thought it looked kind of cool next to the industrial stuff. Okay, maybe not, I promise I won't be posting blossoms for a long time.

Another lot down the street. No telling how much this lot would cost.  Seriously, look at the view!  In the pic from right to left are buymebarbies, her sister, and her 81 year old mom. That's right white people. Friggin' 81 years old! She's got better skin than most whities half her age.  I thought about throwing her off the cliff for making me look old.

The one dollar cookies sucked pretty hard, so I'm not going to give them any ink. For half the price maybe, but not for a buck.

Okay, this blog post sucks. I realize that. Nice photos of a nice place. But no people or odd things to take photos of.  Had I spent more time working on my career instead of trying to avoid being arrested, maybe I could live there...

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