But that's jumping ahead of myself. Recently, me and few companions were able to take a trip down Highway 1 along the coast of California. Our travels took us from San Francisco, North to Napa Valley then down to San Diego. Of course, that seems like a lot of driving (and it was) but instead of passing toll booths, turnpikes, and angry Michigan drivers (DON'T pretend you don't know what I'm talking about), these were the sights we took in on our way through Monterey and Carmel...
Welcome to San Francisco...
I made the guys listen to "I left My Heart in San Francisco" by Tony Bennett a few times over the course of the day. I insisted that I was culturing them.
"... to be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars..."
And then on to Big Sur and Pfeiffer Beach. My favorite. There were probably 20 people on the beach that day. It was 75 degrees but the water was bone chilling cold. I winced and then scurried back to lay on the warm, dry, soft white and purple* sand.
*I tell the truth.
This is Digger. He was waiting [im]patiently for his Master to come back from surfing.
This is my brother whipping himself with some long tube-like kelpy thing that washed up onto shore. I had never seen anything like that before on beaches on the east coast. I've been too lazy to research what it is. I'm sure google will know exactly what I'm looking for when I type that name into the search engine.
Below are a few random shots from our travels. I hope some time in your life's journey, you'll get the opportunity to visit California and these wonderful places. It's unlike any other place in the world (can't verify but it sure sounded right).
Hearst Castle. Or at least 1/10 of it.
The heated indoor pool at Hearst Castle that I would have gladly sold my first born to be able to swim in. (sorry, kid)