Being a kid who grew up on the East Coast I always daydreamed about getting to drive down the California coast. Seeing videos of the massive cliffs and curvy roads, overlooking a vast blue ocean just felt so foreign to me. While on my last trip out to California I couldn’t help but take a little detour to the coast. I drove down Highway 1 over the course of two days. Driving in and out of cell phone service, winding around bends, stopping here and there to marvel at a view that I still can’t believe is real.
The first day driving down the coast ended in a fog that unfortunately blocked any chance of getting to see the sunset. I wasn’t complaining too much, though, the fog created this eerie kind of vibe that I dug. I didn’t get to see much besides the Bixby Creek Bridge before it got too dark to really appreciated where I was. Prices for everything on the coast are insanely expensive, so I opted to find a solid spot to park for the night and just sleep in the car. However, with the seemingly hundreds of signs warning not to park in the pull offs overnight, unless you want to risk a fine, this became a much more difficult task than I originally planned for. Long story short and way to much time spent aimlessly driving around, I settled for a development fairly close to the ocean and called it a day.
Waking up to see the sun climb over those mountains that guard the coast was a view I won’t soon forget. While I would go on to spend the majority of the day mostly driving, having that view next to me was just like all those daydreams I had as a kid. When I look back on that day I always remember that morning, having the smell of the ocean filling my lungs, the breeze slapping me in the face. Sitting there wide eyed, not even having a thought, just simply looking out over the ocean not wanting to forget.