In late 1983, I use to get away, or should say run away on weekends at least three times a year right from work on Fridays. One year I decided to drive down this street named Moonstone, having seen it many times before I reached Hearst Castle. It was late when I saw some lights on in the office and went in. There was this charming elderly lady and gentleman, they were getting ready to close up for the day. They really made me feel welcome, I was amazed by all the pictures all over the walls from very important people, movie stars, senators, all signed. I stayed in the lower left corner room with a cornered stone fireplace, the gentleman went ahead while I checked in and started up the fireplace. Once in my room, I noticed that all the furniture was French antique. The entire room smelled of fresh linen, I took my shower and went to sleep. Since I didn't put the privacy sign on my door, like clock work, the elderly gentleman knocked on my door with this English Silver service set the like I've never seen before. Hot coffee, fresh home made bisuits, with local preserves and honey, the labels had the names of local stores in Cambria. Some fresh fruit in a bowl, real cream and sugar, the flatware was sterling, the dishes were real bone china. Wow, was I impressed! I ended up staying there all weekend. I took walks up and down the beach, the sand consisted of tiny black pebbles, I'd never seen that before. I fell asleep late that first afternoon, when there was a knock on the door, this time the elderly lady accompanied the gentleman. They actually brought me dinner, The entire silver service, with tea, stemware and pitcher by Lalique. I found out she lived in the house behind the Inn. A baked potatoe with all the trimings, asparagus with garlic and onions, Venison steak, a salad and a baked apple pastry. Mmmmmm, that was something one never forgets. I continued to visit and stay there for several years and no I didn't get dinner every time, just once in a while.
Late 1991, I visited, after staying away for at least 3 years. There was this younger gentleman, not at all like the elderly gentleman and lady. The office looked unkept, smelled of cigarette, the windows were dirty. As I walked to my room I noticed that I was the only one there, in fact I was alone all weekend. I asked the gentleman about the owner, he said she had passed away. I felt so bad for not having gone before. It was the last time I stayed. My old room was musty smelling, bathroom looked unsanitary, the whole place had this saddness about it. I stayed that night and moved on the next day to a place near Hearst Castle. I am writing this so you will know it used to be a beautiful place, old, warm and charming and very shiny clean from top to bottom. I read all your comments and remembered how nice it used to be, I feel sorry that you did not have the same experience I did once upon a time......
- Also Known As:
- Moonstone Hotel Cambria