In SLO (San Luis Obispo) folks like to take it slow. That’s just what I needed. Pulling off the highway into Apple Farm, I arrived at my SLO basecamp. The grounds were lush, green and lovingly cared for. Few traces were left of the apple farm that once flourished here on the banks of San Luis Obispo Creek.
An old water mill turning, splashing and gurgling marked my building’s entrance. A climb to the second floor and my luxurious retreat waited. I opened the French doors of the treetop balcony, uncovered the hot tub and pushed the red power button.