The drive down here was typically
non-eventful. Left Hayward about 11:45 and stopped by
the post office and dumped some mail off. Next, I
drove over to COSTCO and attempted to fill up my tank.
The pump stopped at $21.44 for no apparent reason. I
knew that my tank wasn't filled up, so I disconnected and
started up the engine to see how much gas I needed. It
was around half-full or you can call it half-empty. I
inserted my cards again and began pumping. The same
thing happened. Stopped at $21.44 again. Some
kind of electronic glitchmo going on here. I'm not
going through this again. I disconnected and hung up
the hose and drove out of there. Next stop was Kaiser
just down the street where I had to stand in line for almost
30 minutes for a prescription. Of course, I should
know better, this is noontime. Had no choice though.
FINALLY ON THE ROAD and heading down the 880. Made it
out of the area with no traffic. Quite cloudy though and it
was that way for a good part of the trip down. As we
passed by the exit for San Juan Bautista, I thought about
last year's Chicken Pluckers Festival, which would have been
this weekend. However, I think that it has gone
defunct as I didn't hear anything about it. Every so
often, I would wonder about Newark Days, which is this
weekend and I could have been staying home today instead of
driving down, wondering if I am going to fare better in
Cambria.
WE ARRIVED AT MOTEL 6 in Atascadero, aka Bedbug Motel.
But we weren't able to enter the parking lot because there
was a bus that had gotten trapped heading up the small
incline. Two lanes were coned off and there was a
police car and tow truck there in front. Oh my gosh.
Why on earth do these things happen to me. I had to
drive past and turn around. I ended up parking in the
lot adjacent to the motel and walked over to check in.
There were two other guys checking in, so it took me around
10 minutes to take care of business. When I left the
office, the bus was gone and I was able to park in front of
my room. We left quickly though and headed toward
Morro Bay.
WE TOOK HIGHWAY 41 across and as we were approaching the
town, I saw that the whole area was drenched in fog.
Oh my gosh. Tell me something new. I had checked
the weather forecasts and saw that it was to be 61 degrees
and partly cloudy. Correct.
HEADED DIRECTLY OVER to Giovanni's on the Wharf. Three
people in line and a bunch of seagulls flying overhead.
Ordered a couple Halibut and Chips and we left in the van to
head up to Cambria, where we planned to eat our dinner.
Usually we drive over to the Bay or ocean and sit alongside
the water to eat, but it was so foggy that you couldn't even
see The Rock. As we drove up along the coast, we did
encounter some occasional patches of sunshine. We
arrived at the America Legion Hall around 5:35pm and sat
there and ate our food.
11:39PM AT THE MOTEL. Some idiot outside in his car
upping the bass. Idiot. Don't you think that
people are trying to sleep, you idiot. Jerry Springer
guest #1. Didn't get that good of a sleep but once I
dozed off, I didn't wake up until we got our call from Tom Bodet at 5:45am.
Saturday, September 17
Probably would have been better to just stay in bed. Left
around 6:15 and it was still dark. Drove down and picked up
a couple croissants and a cinnamon roll and headed over to
Highway 41. It was a bit foggy and got worse as we
continued west toward Cambria. At times you could only see
a couple hundred feet in front. As we went lower in
elevation we were able to see that Cambria was pretty much
shrouded in fog and that's the way that the weather was most
of the day.
WE ARRIVED THERE and immediately got to work. We
uncovered the sides and began unloading the remainder of our
things from the van and started putting up our merchandise.
We were ready for business by around 9:15, but there were
hardly any people around. I guess we had approximately
17 vendors, as that is quite a bit less than the other times
I have been here.
THE WEATHER WAS FAIR with morning temps in the high 50s to
low 60s. Not much wind yet but it did pick up around
1:15pm.
SALES STARTED OFF SLOW for me and just about
everybody else. Not much of a crowd throughout the
day. I imagined a big fat ZERO morning coming up,
since there was hardly anybody around. Surprisingly, I
had some sales around 10:30 to break the ice. I guess
that I got a sale or two each hour which does not impress
me. My estimates of today's crowd is between 300-400.
When I went down to the end of town to pick up an Italian
Sub, I noticed a decent amount of people walking around.
But for some reason, they just did not meander on over to
the Craft Fair. I really don't think that I stand a
chance of catching my expenses for the trip. Booth
fee+motel+gas+cost of merchandise sold. Looks like
there are a number of us that will finish the weekend as
Non-profit Organizations.
THE MUSIC. There was a Bluegrass group that
played for much of the day. They had located a huge
speaker approximately 35 feet from my booth and it was too
loud. Could not hear my customers speak. Sorry,
but I am there to make money and this requires communication
with the customers. Well, actually when there are
customers. (deduct 10 points for this)
Sunday, September 18
WE WOKE UP AT 7:55 AM, but that doesn't
mean that I had a good night's sleep. Hard time getting to
sleep. Had to rush things a bit. Opened the door
and saw that it was pretty overcast and foggy out there.
##)$@@$)#, I mumbled thinking that this was going to be like
that all day long. We hopped in the van and headed
down Highway 101 over to Highway 46 in Paso Robles. It
was quite foggy the entire journey until we were coming down
that last hill and it became sunny. We continued over
to Highway One and took a right and headed over toward
Cambria. I was expecting to see more fog, but it was
clear and quite sunny with no wind. Looked like it
would be a nice day.
JUST BECAUSE IT'S A BEAUTIFUL DAY, do you
think that there's going to be a lot of people at the Craft
Show? And everybody is going to get a lot of sales?
Hmm. Guess again. First bad sign was that it
wasn't hot out there in Paso Robles and other points north
and south, so people weren't going to head to the coast to
cool off. We would have to depend on the tourists and
locals, who do not buy much and pretty much stay away from
the show.
THERE WERE QUITE A NUMBER OF BIKERS
stopping by and I picked up some sales from them.
There was one couple that stopped by our booth and the guy
was looking at our knives. Let's call him Moondog.
He said that he was 'a collector of knives' and then pulled
out one from the back of his trousers and snapped it open to
show me. He looked at my Fedora's and said that he has
one and when he puts it on, he says that he looked like
'Carlos Santana,' and I'll agree with him.
WE HAD A SMALL CROWD stop by and not many
of them were buying. With only 18 booths, there really
wasn't a huge selection of items to choose from. The
show appears a lot better when there's a full compliment of
vendors. Couldn't have been more than 200-300 people
stop by on Sunday and at times, the place looked like a
ghost town. The parking lot was pretty much empty at
various times.
I DROVE DOWN to one of the local restaurants
looking for sandwiches around noontime. Round-up Pizza
and Grub. Ordered a couple, one of which was called
the "California Steak," which was their version of a Philly
Cheesesteak. Not bad. It was pretty decent.
THERE WERE A GOOD AMOUNT OF 'TOURISTS' in town and
they surely didn't stop by the Fair. There's a lot of
shops and restaurants downtown and that is where they went
and they stayed there. I love the area and there is a
lot to see and do. But this is a business trip and it just
did not work out.