Cambria, Cambria, Cambria...where do I begin? Well, first of all, John and I aren't even sure how to pronounce "Cambria." I've been assuming it's pronounced similarly to the word "Cambridge," but we suppose it could be pronounced closer to "camera." The reason we don't know how to pronounce it is that no one we know has ever heard of this place. Whenever we told people we were going down to Cambria (of unknown pronounciation), we were met with blank stares. "Halfway between LA and San Francisco," we would say. Still, nothing.
We certainly don't mind that this place is a mystery to all our friends. One of the reasons we love it so much is because it is so quaint and filled with such natural charm. Colored picket fences, flowers blooming, and a Main Street that can be walked in about 20 minutes.
We ventured a few more miles south to Morro Bay. Seeing the tell-tale Morro Rock (above) was not our focus, but a nice bonus.
Of course we went there to visit the dog beach!
This beach stretched on for miles and Harper (and her parents) had a blast.