At Duarte's, Silvia and I both ordered a bowl of their cream of artichoke soup which had come highly recommended I was not at all disappointed in this, especially since it tasted strongly of artichokes, one of my favorite vegetables.
The rest of the meal was, frankly, disappointing. I ordered a calamari steak sandwich which was served on a sourdough roll. The bread was so thick, I could hardly taste the calamari and, even when I took it off the bread and ate the calamari alone, it wasn't very flavorful. Silvia had a hamburber which she felt was only mediocre. For dessert, we shared a straberry - rhubarb pie. I wasn't overjoyed with that.
The wine list, however, was excellent. I did see Treana's Mer de Soleil, one of my favorites, a blend of Marsanne and Viognier which was wonderful
After leaving Duarte's, we stopped in the next block at Arcangeli Grocery Company and Bakery to pick up several loaves of their garlic herb artichoke bread. That is never a disappointment!
Their breads and other specialty items are available by mail order at http://www.normsmarket.com/.
Once back out on Highway 1, we could not resist stopping at one of the nearly deserted, pristine beaches to take a few photographs. That is when I met with disaster. Somehow, when stepping down from the curb onto the sand, I slipped and went sprawling. I am sure my fall must have registered on the Richter scale as a small seismic earthquake. Silvia, who had gone to the back of my van, unaware of my misstep, was chatting away. When she rounded the corner and saw me sprawled out, holding my camera above my head, she was dumbfouned. It took me a few minutes to get up, I was in so much pain.
We did go ahead to Pigeon Point and registered for the night. As the hours passed, though, the pain became more and more intense and my right tibial area began to swell to about twice the size of my other leg. I finally decided we should drive back over to Moss Beach, to the small hospital there and get myself checked at their small emergency room. While I didn't have a fracture, there was a lot of soft tissue trauma and swelling and the doctor recommended I ice my leg and keep it elevated for a couple of days. Knowing full well I would kill myself on crutches, I declined those when the doctor suggested crutches. After chile rellenos and tamales at Tres Amigos, we went back to Pigeon Point where I spent a pretty uncomfortable night, in spite of my pain medication.
The Pillar Point Light Station began service in November 1872. It is one of the tallest lighthouses in the United States and its light continues to guide sailors safely through Pacific waters. While the lighthouse is no longer open to the public, the grounds are open and the hostel provides overnight stays in its facilities, complete with a shared kitchen, bathrooms and a large living room, all for a very nominal fee.
Talk about being a klutz!!!
Pigeon Point Lighthouse and Hostel
Hostel living room
Hostel dining area