The castle, and the grounds especially, was gorgeous. But I must say, after the tour guide said, "And he got these rugs/tables/pews/statues/ceilings from a church in Europe" for the 7th time, I kind of got a bitter taste in my mouth. Seriously, this guy was worse than a viking in terms of his plunder. Sometimes enough should be enough.
I was much more impressed with Nitt Witt Ridge. A home created by the town garbage man who never went to the dump, as our tour guide said. The tour was fascinating, and we really got a glimpse into the life of this very odd man. It was as if he had just stepped out for some milk, everything was left as it was. The man who now owns the property obviously loves the story of the strange home, and has collected many tales from the locals who knew him, including one from the neighbor who told of nude sunbathing and a bathrobe he used to wear into town. And apparently he used to throw rocks at passersby, unless you had either beer or a pretty lady (or both), then he would invite you up for a chat and a tour.
Now another very important part of Mike's trips is the food, it's equally as important as whatever we're doing. He does extensive research, and always picks both delicious and interesting places. From dinner the first day at The Black Cat, to Italian pastries for breakfast, sandwiches from Sebastian's Store for lunch (my mouth is watering just thinking about those sandwiches), traditional high tea at The Tea Cozy, and to-die-for salmon bisque, we definitely ate well.
And we couldn't be that close to the ocean the whole weekend and not spend some time on the beach. We stopped at Jade Cove, where Mike filled his pockets with lovely pieces of jade, at another stop we saw a bunch of elephant seals snoozing on the beach, and then on the way home we went tidepooling.
Oh, it was such a lovely trip!