Clint Eastwood or campfire

... Those were the two ways to make my evening. I started pretty late in Monterey with bulging haversack and have made the decision against all reason for the 17-Mile Drive, which is quite a detour, this beautiful but.


I passed along the coast growing villas, Golf Courses, then Pebble Beach with a fairly high snob factor and then the picturesque Carmel, wo Mr. Eastwood wohnt. Continue reading