Day 60 - Morro Rock

Over in Templeton, The Giant Warning Sign, a completely functioning relic from the Great Rebellion, tells of approaching Imperial Walkers. They have disconnected the sirens, but you get the idea.

This is the harbour and exact cleats where the valiant crew of the HMS Pinafore laid up, while on assignment chasing those Pesky Pirates From Penzance. The townsfolk here were as perplexed by their need for inane songs as much as the pirates'.

The Giant Lint Mill at Morro Bay. This lint mill once produced over 88% of the laundry lint consumed in the US. It was eventually obsoleted by cheaper, higher quality lint from Latvia. The citizens of Morro Bay, faced with a devastating loss of employment, appealed to the Federal Government for tariffs to keep out the offending Latvian Lint - to no avail. Eventually, even the Latvians fell to even cheaper, yet crappier Chinese Lint, the same lint we are forced to use today. There is nobody left to recount the bygone days when we all could enjoy high-quality domestic lint.

As the lint mill stands today - a mere mirage of it's former glory.

Those Pesky Pirates From Penzance do not recognize your stinking wake rules.

The Rise of the Sentient Prickly Pears. They are already learning how to write crude English.

The thumping tympanies really seem to be signalling the Rise of the Sentient Prickly Pears. Not only are they learning to write bad English, but they are now developing feet.

A lone pirate approaches the harbour.

These have to be the most massive prickly pear feet we have ever seen - with multi couloured toes too!

The pricklies are still very small in relation to the mammoth Morro Rock.

The channel forged by the pesky pirates to reach the base of the sacred Morro Rock. In order to get a "Penzance" accreditation a pirate had to sail up the channel, clambour over the sharp rocks, kiss a prickly pear, climb to the top of Morro, and shout "Zapadoddle do". All while avoiding the persistent chase form the HMS Pinafore crew.

Here at Morro - it's the sentient squirrels that guard the precious stone.

The local pelicans are making the case that Fishing Can Be Fun.

Meanwhile, the local otters are happy with clamming.

"Cleared for landing. Approach west on seaway 1. No fishing on final."

Tonight is a full moon. Another cycle has turned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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