3. Sept. - Morro Bay Meet

Morro Bay, CA Meet

The Bayfront Inn; funky, fun right on the Embarcadero with a great view of the Rock.

The crowd hushed as Randy rolled his shiny new restoration out of its brand new trailer ...

... and pulled it into the line of its bigger sisters. We were able to park fronting the Embarcadero, where we drew a constant stream of tourists.

We parked beside Morro Bay’s famous stovepipes and donned crowns, dazzling the tourists with tiny Kings and shiny crowns.

Morro Rock is a “volcanic plug” and it’s huge. King Midgets are small.

No one; not even a King Midget with small drive sprocket, is allowed to climb the Rock. Except Indians, once a year on a path behind our cars.

Dinner at Dorn’s with a view of the sunset, which means you can’t see either us or the sunset in this photo!

Frankie and Lola’s supplied fresh baked cinnamon buns for breakfast. This, however, is lunch.

Arrival day was gray, and then dawned two perfect days.

Montana De Oro State Park, with King Midgets in front, Morro Bay and Morro Rock behind. Would all the Kings climb all the hills? They would. They did.

Ardith and Ted with their Midget that will climb anything.

Randy and Linda on the beach at Spooner’s Cove, aka Smuggler’s Cove.

Gert helps Linda get her selfie properly in focus.

The 9,000 acre Spooner Ranch enjoyed this view, except they had no King Midgets—nor any roads to drive them on.

We got no tour of the Spooner house—no docent—but the girls made the best of it.

So did the boys, as Dick (our fearless service vehicle driver) tells of flying exploits. We’d have had no need for the service vehicle if Don had more carefully checked his gas.

At Bayside we had a nice lunch and parked the Midgets right by the water.

Captain Stew piloted our Bay Cruise right up to Mama Sea Otter and her pup. Mama likes Captain Stew, but not Kayaker’s.

This Sea Lion (or Seal—whatever) could care less. He’s having a nap.

Ice cream on a warm day courtesy the Bay Front Inn.

Marge got to ride with Bob, our fearless leader, because Dick Fischer volunteered to drive the service vehicle. We managed to lead the pack down blind streets in the Baywood maze, but prevailed and were rewarded with views like this.

The traffic getting to Turri Road was daunting, but the views and curves on this little stretch made up for it. Here we head back to Morro Bay after a total of about 40 miles of KM cruising.