
I have a confession. Whenever I spot a guest book, I just can't help myself. I read it.
Do you? Or, am I the only weird one?
Sometimes the former occupants leave invaluable tips which trump any travel guide. I have discovered helpful info, such as where to find the best restaurants. Where the best hiking trails are located. And the best places to spot sea otters and whales. The most interesting thing I gleamed from a guest book recently was that at twilight you can occasionally spot bats.
Okay. I admit I also read because I'm
nosy.
Like the recent guest book I perused while in Cambria. I got a chuckle over reading about the Harley bike rider who chronicled his adventure of biking through the central coast along with his fellow 20 biker buddies. I grieved for the family who came to the beach house to heal and reconnect: a few years ago their mother and wife, was
taken too young. They claimed the trip helped lift their spirits. And I labored over the barely legible scrawl of elder man who wrote numerous lengthy entries chronicling some of his adventures along the central coast--he's been coming to Cambria annually since 1967.
Now, there have been some things I wished I hadn't read. Like the time I was scanning a guest book while vacationing in Mendocino (with husband peering over my shoulder) and some guy wrote:
We just worked at conceiving our first-born in YOUR hot tub! Definitely WON'T be hitting the hot tub, joked my husband.
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