Actually, we're picking up the narrative late on Day 3, in the hotel room at the Cabrillo Inn in Santa Barbara. Putting together the Day 3 web page kept us up late, trying to work out ways to handle so many pictures. Here's Paul at the hotel table working on it.
Meanwhile, Julie was lending moral support from one of the beds in her and Ellen's room.
Ellen applied her new-found digital photography skills to create this work of art, which Paul wouldn't let her delete from the camera. The flower was a present from Julie to Ellen before the scary flight. In the background is the CD-ROM sleeve from Photoshop, which Paul brought along to use in creating these web pages.
Here's the outside of the Cabrillo Inn, with a nifty old car passing by. Dig the fins!
Here's the historic lighthouse next to the beach in Santa Barbara, just up the street from our hotel.
We walked down to the pier for lunch. These canoe-club boats were on the beach next to the pier.
This is a half-built panorama, looking back toward the beach from the pier. I don't have the right software with me to stitch these images together into a true panorama, but I've rough-cut them so they basically fit together. This is about 170 degrees of the view, from a bit of an on-pier building (looking out to sea) in the upper right to the pier showing on the left. There was an equally fine view on the other side of the pier.
Update: here's the stitched version. I used LivePicture PhotoVista 1.3.2.
Now if that wasn't good enough, check out the BIG version (72k, 1024 pixels wide) or the REALLY HUGE version (973k, 4364 pixels wide!).
These guys are no surprise to find at a beach restaurant.
Here's a closeup of one.
Another non-surprise is Ellen in the souvenir shop. Here Paul stood on a bench and shot through an open window to catch Ellen buying a Santa Barbara t-shirt.
Still on the pier, we plopped down for lunch (breakfast?) at a place called Longboard's. Here Julie has co-opted Paul's floppy hat.
Ellen captured this still-life of Paul's half-eaten fish'n'chips. It was good.
The condiments were tastefully housed.
Heaven and Hell cake (devil's food and angel cakes) for dessert.
After this too-leisurely lunch we hit the road (like a toad, like a toad) and just barely made it to Big Sur in time for the scheduled horseback ride in the state park. Actually, we were 29.5 minutes late for the 30-minute advance deadline, but they were nice and let us ride anyway. Unfortunately we missed most of the orientation and didn't realize there would be a chance to stop and take photos on the horseback ride. None of us thought it worthwhile to juggle a camera on horseback (at least, not during the 10 seconds we had to think about it before mounting up), so, no photos of the horseback ride. Sorry.
Then it was off to the Big Sur River Inn, where we checked in, ate dinner with two beers (Paul) and two drinks (Ellen) and two glasses of chai (Julie), went to the room, and crashed. It must have been all that fresh air and exercise, eh?
Copyright 1999 Paul Williamson
