Hwy 92, Half Moon Bay, California
Occasionally (really, more often than not), I need an escape. I unfold my trusty, tattered map to see where I can travel that is close enough for a day trip, but far enough from my restaurant that I can’t be called in to cover a shift for the ailing dishwasher or hungover server. This day I was driving the hour and twenty minutes to Half Moon Bay where seeing the Dinosaurs of Spanishtown was on the short list of things to do. Don’t be scared. We are not talking about real dinosaurs here. Just these gigantic fake ones made out of old rusty tin, not frightening, just plain weird with a tad of whimsical thrown in. Doesn’t that sound just like something I would want to see?
I was using GPS to find my way, but turns out you can’t really miss the large antiquated beasts just feet from the road. There were several life-size creatures hanging out waiting for children, or children at heart (the finger is pointed directly at me), to pay them some attention. Me and my partner in crime (AKA: Mommy Dearest), spent a good 6 minutes ogling and taking photos before heading into the courtyard of Spanishtown where there are a handful of quaint and quirky shops. It is one of the few places that you can purchase a dog statue, shells and Spanish pottery all in one shot. Don’t plan on spending hours exploring this Unique Attraction, but do make a pit stop here on the way to the beach.