The Quest

Once upon a time there was a Man and a Boy and a Girl, and they all loved donuts. Of course the Boy and the Girl loved donuts; what children don’t? But these particular children were especially lucky because the Man, their Uncle Schleckah, he loved donuts, too.

Like many heroes before them, and like many heroes who will follow them, the Man and the Boy and the Girl went on a Quest. A Quest for Donuts. They left the safety and beauty of their Paradise called San Elijo State Park, and ventured into the uncertain and forbidding world of Cardiff-by-the-Sea, in search of those sweet sugary confections.

As happens in many Quests, the pilgrims met many obstacles along the way.

A dizzying and daunting number of choices stumped our brave trio.

Crullers? Old Fashioneds? Glazed?

But choose they did. And, I daresay, they chose wisely.

The Quest remains incomplete, of course, until the successful return of our intrepid and adventuresome trio to the safety of their San Elijian Paradise.

The fearless threesome headed back.

They traversed woods . . .
. . . . they crossed railroad tracks . . .

. . . and still, they persevered.

The Girl carried the sacred goods. Of course she did: the Boy is no dope.

Our brave and resilient soldiers were close. So close! As they neared their destination their mouths started to water. Their last challenge was to avoid eating their loot before their Journey’s end. And to avoid drooling all over their clothes.

And, finally . . . Success! Victory! Triumph!

The donuts? They didn’t stand a chance.