In May I went to my happy place.  Everyone has one.  The place where you recharge the batteries and go back into the world ready to face the challenges and rigors.  For me that place is Asilomar.  The place is magic.  People arrive attached to their cell phones and within 24 hours, they are smiling, walking the paths, saying hello to strangers and chatting over meals without a phone in sight unless someone is crude enough to call those who wish to be undisturbed.

The cabins are spread over 107 acres.  They range in age from 1913 to recent places erected to fit comfortably with the style. Originally founded as a YMCA as a leadership camp, it is now an official California state park with protections to keep its very special character.  Just down the road is all the bustle of Monterey, Cannery Row,  whale watching and a world-famous aquarium.  Outside your window a wild deer and her fawn.

When at Asilomar, you move slowly and quietly as necessary.  She knows she is safe here, but she is for viewing only.  Because of building placement, even large groups there for conferences may not be aware of the crowds except in meeting rooms or when gathering for meals at Crocker Hall (the food is really good basic fare).

Just a suggestion unless you are part of a major group, it is a good idea to book well in advance.  They fill in rooms with people such as myself, but they go fast particularly in the very busy Summer season.  Otherwise you might be told to “Go Fly A Kite”.  If you have a room, you will.

Sometimes visits don’t go well.  In my case a sudden emergency illness.  But, hey, this is the Happy Place.  Call the desk and all will be well.  They are prepared for virtually every emergency.  Two days in the hospital and I was back as Asilomar with every need attended to … It meant leaving a day early, but next year …