Dec 30, 2015

13 days and 3,410.9 miles *Part II*

Good morning!
What a view.
The road looks nice and empty. Perfect.
Let’s go.
There is something about driving in the morning. The silence, the light, the shadows, the engine noise, windows down, the lack of other traffic. It’s sublime.
Not long after starting we passed this Navy Communications base on a small rock outcropping. What a chunk of real estate to have a base. Wow.
Yah, the road ahead looks pretty good.
Mrs. Lyndon Johnson must have owned a Porsche 356. Nice work “Lady Bird.”
You can’t drive PCH and not get a photo of Bixby bridge. I stop every time I’m here. In fact, as I was taking this picture a flatbed tow truck with a rental car on the back stopped and a guy jumped out! He ran over, took a pic of the bridge and got back into the tow truck. See, I told you you COULD NOT do this road without a pic of the bridge.
There were quite a few of these lighthouses along PCH. We didn’t realize at the time, but most of them are Hostel’s now. Someone later told us that this one has private rooms you can rent and one had a hot tub along the cliff. WHAT?! Next time.... next time.
The tower with the “whale blubber” processing house down in front. It’s gone from being lit from whale blubber, to kerosene and now to electricity.
We spent the night near Half Moon bay. No camping was open so we spent the night in an especially bad hotel. Roaches, holes in the wall, good times... Oh well, we’re cheap and most of the funds had been spent on the car and marriage stuff so we were fine with it.
The next morning we hit up San Francisco. We did lombard street and have a lot of it on video (Video will come later, I need to edit it).
Primarily being “offroaders” we like SF, but wanted to get away from people so off we went! We got back to PCH and it was amazing. Quite a perfect section!
Eventually, we found a place to camp within some trees.
We watched a Hawk dive bomb some quail unsuccessfully.
Then we grabbed a beer and headed for the beach.
Oh deer! Time for my impersonation of the great white hunter.
Come here! Give me a hug!
Okay, they left. It was a trip seeing deer on the beach. That doesn’t happen to often in Southern California.
Another deserted beach. Perfect.
The next morning we woke up early because the winds were whipping the tent around. Within 5 minutes of loading the car up the sky opened up! It didn’t stop raining until the next day.
Goodbye Pacific Ocean, for now.
This looks fun! I’ve done this road on a motorcycle, but in the wet with a cover of fallen leaves... hmmm
After feeling a little slippage I took it down a notch.
This is a great road.
Pee break!
As I was with my former car with Michelin Pilot Sports, I am impressed with these.
What’s that? A tree to drive through for $5. Okay!
A landrover Series II behind us? Yes, I’ll have to get a pic of that.
Turns out the trucks name is Winston. He is being driven from Seattle down through Norcal.
Not quite gonna make it! Maybe with a soft top and 5PSI....
Up next, more trees, more roads, more rain, more Condor.

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