Showing posts with label Hearst Castle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hearst Castle. Show all posts

Monday, October 15, 2012

DAY 53- Hearst Castle...

It was another day of rain.  While it poured down, I had another wonderful breakfast at the Bike Lane Inn.  This time it was cut up fresh watermelon and cantaloupe along with some amazing pancakes.  These pancakes were whole wheat with berries and nuts.  Yum!  Shortly after that I got my car loaded and off I went for the day.

I quickly fueled up and then I swung by the Jack Creek Farms.  I wanted to thank the gal for helping out yesterday when I had gotten lost.  I also still wanted to take some more time and check out the cute shop there.  I ended up purchasing a bit of hand lotion and a couple of flavored honey straws.

Photo- A scarecrow boating along Main Street in Cambrai.
 Off I went through the rainy landscape on Hwy 46 towards the beach and turned north on Hwy 1.  I was going towards Cambria, a cute town nestled in a valley just off shore.  I decided to take a quick drive through its Main St.  They were having a Scarecrow Festival the whole month of October.  As I drove along I would see scarecrows in front of almost every shop or restaurant.  Unfortunately, because of the weather some of them were covered in plastic but not all.  There were all kinds of scarecrows; some in rowboats, some dressed in elaborate dresses, construction workers, Snoopy, cyclists, surfers, and characters from movies. I pulled over to take a few pictures; especially when I saw the row of scarecrows on bikes. 
Photo- Bicycling, surfing, and Snoopy Scarecrows... NOW I've seen it all!
I turned back on to Hwy 1 and continued north another 5 miles to Hearst Castle.  After I parked I headed into the visitor’s center.  I went straight for the ticket booth to see what was available for the Grand Rooms tours for the day.  The clerk said that there was still a couple of places open on a bus in 5 minutes or an hour if I wanted to wait.  I said 5 minutes would work for me.  I got my ticket and immediately headed over to the line for the next bus.

A short time later, I was on a bus headed up with the hill to Hearst Castle along with about 15 Japanese tourists.  One of which was taking a picture of everything in the bus and out of the bus on the way up.  The rest seemed to be a bit more restrained with their cameras on the way up. Meanwhile a pre-recorded message played Alex Tribeck’s voice as the bus headed up the hill we learned of history and animals that used to be on the property. 

It was a bit surreal climbing the hill seeing glimpses of the castle here and there as you got closer.  It was awe inspiring and with some amazing views too.   The road up had been designed by architect Julia Morgan to let you see the castle and then go around a bend only to lose sight of the castle.  In fact, she was the architect on the castle and collaborated with Mr. Hearst to build the castle.  There were a lot of references made to her during the tour later on.
Photo- Getting the Japanese translation.
The bus stopped and the group got out.  There was a tour guide waiting for us.  Shortly after everyone was grouped one of the Japanese tourists translated the directions that had been handed us before we got on the bus.   Our tour guide waited patiently while she finished and then he said something in Japanese.  He said that he just wanted to emphasize that there was no flash photography in the actual castle.  He said it in a comical way and had everyone in the group laughing.  The tour guy seemed quite the character.  He teased that he would give all the dirty family secrets as the tour went on. Then, as we headed around and up to the Main Terrace he gave a bit of the history of the family that had lived in the Castle.  William Randolph Hearst was quite the interesting man or as some would say “eccentric”.  He would be considered strange if he had been poor.  Why do we do that?
Photo- Hearst Castle from one of the terraces.

Photo- The Receiving Room.

Photo- Gold touches that are real gold all throughout and on the Castle.
No messing around with the fake stuff here.
Next, after we were directed again to stay on carpeted areas and not to touch anything but railings, we entered by a side door into the castle.  The first room we saw was the receiving room.  It was HUGE with 27 ft. high ceilings that were carved wood.  We were told that this room was almost 3000 sq. ft.  It was dark wood and very elaborate overall.  There were tapestries, statues, elaborate furniture, and simple couches and chairs all throughout the room.  In Mr. Hearst collection, there was quite a bit of art from lovely carved statues to 2000 year old mosaic floors.  It was rather overwhelming how much money everything was worth.  The tour guide directed us to statues that could now be worth almost 1.5 million dollars today.  I was afraid to touch anything for fear I would paying for the rest of my life and eternity. 
Photo- The Dining Hall.
Then, we went through doors that lead to the dining hall.  This room again had the 27 ft. tall ceilings but was only 28 ft. tall.  There were flags from several different countries that hung in the upper areas on each side of the room, and a very long plain wooden table was situated in the middle of the room. There were pew chairs lining the room; all of which had been taken from a church somewhere in Europe.   Our tour guide explained the meal times, the serving of the meals, and who sat where.  It was interesting because if you were a guest the first night you would sit in the middle by Mr. Hearst and then as the nights progressed you would sit further out towards the ends.  If you were sitting on the end chairs, it was really time to go.
Photo- The tour guide explaining meals at Hearst Castle.

Then, it was on through a gothic door way to a den like room where there were unique chandeliers and another carved ceiling area.  Though, this ceiling was painted and Moorish in nature we were told.  They were currently trying to restore the original colors.  This ceiling was not as tall as the other two rooms, and the size of the room was maybe about half of the dining room.  Our tour guide explained that often after dinner there was conversation and then the guests were expected to go into the billiards room.  Eventually, they were expected to go in to the theater room and watch a movie.  The bedtimes were almost 2 to 3 AM.  All were expected to be present.  Quite often, Mr. Hearst would see his guests off for the night and then would go upstairs and work.  He would wire off instructions to companies all over.  He wasn’t much of a sleeper. 
Photo- The Moorish details in the ceilings and gothic doorways.
Mr. Hearst had a few rules that he expected of his guests: no sharing rooms of unmarried guests; another words no hanky panky going on.  There was no calling the servants by their first names; only he was allowed to do that.  Also, there was no bribing of the servants.
 
Then we went through another gothic arched door way into the Billiards Room.  This room was long and narrow but maybe half the size of the dining hall.  It also had the Moorish ceiling with chandeliers.  There were two pool tables.  There were Persian art mosaics on one wall and a row of gothic arched windows overlooking an open terrace on the other wall.
Photo- The Theater Room statues.
Next, it was onto the Theater Room where we got to sit and watch a bit of home movies in black and white.  The guide said who we were seeing and would give interesting little facts along the way.  The room was covered in a red brocaded material and had female sculptures holding lights.

Then, we exited the Theater Room and were allowed to wander the gardens and grounds at our leisure.  There were several other houses around the castle; most of them built prior to the castle.  The landscaping and the statues were amazing.  There were fountains and a Neptune Pool area that just took your breath away.  There were terraces where you could see views of the surround area; that just happened to be shrouded in rain clouds today but I imagine on a clear day would have been glorious.  I walked around enjoying and taking pictures.  What a wonderful way to spend the day! 
Photo- Wonderful statues intermixed with landscaping.

Photo- The Neptune Pool area was just amazing!

Eventually, I had seen everything and started for the Tennis Courts and the Roman Pool that was below the Tennis Courts.  This was where the bus picked you up to take you back down the hill.  I heard Roman Pool but wasn’t prepared for this Roman Pool.  OMG!  It was amazing. 
Photo- The Roman Pool which is 10 ft. deep but doesn't look it.
While I waited for the next bus, I talked with an employee.  Outside of the local wineries, the Hearst Castle State Park was the largest employer in the area.  Hearst Castle was donated to the state in 1958.  They eventually decided to do tours and it took a while to get organized to what it is today.  They employ almost 60 in the museum, another 20 in the visitor’s center, 9 gardeners, 10 bus drivers, and several others that are on the maintenance staff.  Another fact, I thought was interesting was that all of the bathrooms in the Castle were made non-operating.  It was just too high of a cost for the state to maintain.  So there are only the visitor’s bathrooms that were available.

I got back to the visitor’s center and wondered around a bit in the gift shops and what not but it was getting to be almost 3:30PM and I needed to be at a hotel in Thousand Oaks for the night.  I had about a 3 hour drive ahead of me.
Photo- Morro Bay with a sunnier weather than earlier in the day.
I did stop for a late lunch or an early dinner in Morro Bay.  It was a cute little two area where there a bay with sea otters.  I stretched my legs for a bit and looked for somewhere to eat along the dock area.  I found a little bar called Otter Rock Café which looked casual and easy. AND not as overpriced as some of the restaurants in the area.  I had a beer and a blue cheese burger that just hit the spot.

Next, I was on my way chasing the sun and driving towards the outer edges of LA.  Traffic was heavy at times but it kept a steady flow even when it was slowed down.  I was kind of surprised because I was expecting it to be worse being a Friday night, but this wasn’t bad at all.  I eventually found the exit and got checked into the hotel by 8PM.  That was enough for one day.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

DAY 51- Trail of Tears Closed and Templeton...

The night before I located the Lamp Liter Inn; no thanks to Google maps but after that I just didn’t feel like driving around.  In fact, I could use a drink after all of the construction and curvy road driving.  I got checked into the hotel which is just off of the freeway.  I instantly felt at home with the hum of the interstate traffic because for the last 5 years I had lived in an apartment where I could hear that familiar low drone.  There was a restaurant/bar on premises and I headed to the bar.  I ordered a nice pastrami sandwich with a beer and just relaxed as I sat at the bar.  I struck up a conversation after a bit with an older Latino couple and they were just a fun couple. 
Photo- The wonderful landscaping near the pool area at Lamp Liter Inn.

I sleep wonderfully with that hum of traffic and the next morning woke up refreshed.  The Lamp Liter Inn has been past its heyday but it was clean and had some nice landscaping.  There were cute little homey touches like- fake plants in the room and cute little tole paintings on the doors to the room.  But there was a shortage of plug ins and that was a bit of a challenge for a lamp top, cell phone, and etc.  There was also a very nice pool that I would’ve liked to enjoy but it was just a bit on the cold side.  I went over to the restaurant and had lunch while in the next booth a couple of local businessman talked about salvaging some fruit.  It was interesting hearing them talk and I just sat quietly eavesdropping. 

When I went to check out,turned in my key (an actual metal key) and I asked the clerk about something nearby where I could explore or check out for a couple of hours.  It wasn’t that far of a drive over to Templeton and I had told the Bed and Breakfast there that my expected arrival time would be about 4pm.  So I had a bit of time on my hands.  The clerk recommended a local park called Grove Park.  The park was a place along the “Trail of Tears” and there was also a museum on the premises and a huge Indian statue too.  It sounded perfect for what I was looking for.  I got the directions and headed out.
Photo- Grove Park's Trail of Tears statue as I took through fence posts. 
Photo- Yep! Another place that got the memo about my coming to town!

I got there to the entrance to the park and found that they had gotten the memo about me being in town too.  The park was closed on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.  I found a parking spot just off the road and took a picture of the statue between the bars of the fence.  But it appears that the “Trail of Tears” was closed to me today.  Darn it!  I drove back through the town of Visalia which seemed like it had the usual city fare of shopping strip malls and restaurants; all of which was landscaped with a touch of palm trees.  I found the freeway and headed south wearily following the Google directions.
Photo- Some of the barren area but with a bit of hills.

I headed into a huge flat area with almost a nothing out there type of landscape.  It rather reminded me of the drive from Salt Lake City to Wendover, NV where you drive for miles with the Salt Flats to the north.  Only I will say that this nothingness did have warmer colors than the grays out by the Salt Flats.  The landscape was all a golden blond of dry flat but at least the sky was blue.  The landscape slowly turned to a bit more hilly but with the same colors.

I finally came to a small town that had a gas station and thought I had better fuel up since I didn’t know when the next station would be.  While there I asked the Latino man at the counter where the restroom was.  He pointed to the back and said all the way back and to your left.  I ended up going back in the stock room area where there was the dirtiest restroom ever.  I didn’t sit and I tried to touch as little as possible but when you got to go, you got to go.  I continued my drive towards Templeton. 
Photo- A wonderful ocean view just south of where the Hearst Castle turn off is.

As I got closer to Templeton the scenery really changed and became pretty.  It was about two hours earlier than what I had told the Bike Lane Inn to expect me.  I decided to check out this sign that said Hearst Castle 32 miles away.  I ended up going along some farms and vineyards on Hwy 46 on the way over to Hwy 1 where I ended up at the ocean beach.  It was a beautiful scenic drive.  I did eventually end up driving to the entrance of the California State Park entrance for Hearst Castle but it was terribly busy and I wanted to back in time to check in to my room at Bike Lane Inn.  So I turned around and headed back towards Templeton.
Photo- The very scenic vineyard area just outside of Templeton.
 

Bike Lane Inn is a wonderful little bed and breakfast that kind of caters to cyclists.  After I got settled in a bit, Elaine served me wine with crackers and cheese and sat down with me.  We pored over bike map routes that her and her husband had designed for the area.  There were several different distances and routes to choose from.  This was wonderful!  I wish I had gotten told them that I would’ve arrived sooner and then I could have gone out that night. But it was too late for that night.  Instead, I changed and walked down the four blocks to Templeton’s Main Street to find somewhere for dinner that night.
Photo- The inside of AJ's Spur with a wonderful old western saloon feel to it.

I decided to eat at A.J.’s Spur which was an old fashioned western restaurant/saloon.  I sat at the bar area and ordered a beer along with a bar special for dinner.  While I was still working on my dinner I got involved with talking to an older gentlemen named Ike who was taking care of some family business in the area.  We talked about the area of Templeton and my experience in Fresno and all matter of subjects.  The next thing I know it’s after 9PM and they are closing down the restaurant and bar. 

Due to the poor economy a great deal of places closed earlier.  If you wanted to actually go out to a bar in the area, you would have to drive to near Paso Robles and go to Applebee’s.  This rather floored me because I thought Utah could be bad for bars and people that liked to drink.  But then again, I wondered how much of it was done that way because everyone may have already been out wine tasting at various vineyards and may have already had enough to drink in one day.  Calling it a night, I walked back up the hill to the Bike Lane Inn.