So today I biked 17-Mile Drive between Monterey and Carmel-By-The-Sea, which once boasted of Clint Eastwood as mayor. It is truly one of the great bike rides in the world — you got your otters; you got your seals and sea lions; you got your billion year-old Monterey cypress and drop-dead scenery; you got your deer on the golf courses and flocks of artists trying to capture the Pacific at its best.
I got to ride by the world-famous golf courses (hey, even I've heard of Pebble Beach!) and the ritzy-titzy resorts I used to speak at when I was a semi-famous motivational speaker. One of the resorts is the home of Ansel Adams' prints, and I once spent a wonderful afternoon looking at the master's test print series (zone system for b&w prints, remember?), including the series for the magnificent McKinley Reflected In Wonder Lake. Once I got offered a tee time at Pebble Beach as a bennie for speaking...I asked whether they had a good sporting clays course, since golf in the absence of exploding balls pretty much blows past me.
[And yes, I will STILL come speak to your group, if you're willing to chum the water with a few bucks! Plus. I'll cut you a deal if you're a gun/firearms industry group. Actually, I've been working up a new talk that should cause most speech brokers to break out into hives — I call it GUNFIGHTER LOGIC. Cool, huh? It'll rock.]
Tomorrow, I though I'd go sea kayaking...
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