All of my good intentions of blogging everyday about our trip have faded as I now sit, vacation over, back in
Alas, the trip log must continue and so I begin this blog where we ended the last. In the LA area with
We left Mike’s on Sunday morning with the intention to drive up the coast to Santa Cruz and our first night of camping—what we didn’t intend was that it would take us 12 hours in the car to accomplish this. But what a 12 hours they were (at least, what a first 9 hours they were). The
I should mention briefly, that this was the first day that the Prius sightings started to pour in. They were everywhere. We saw at least 30.
We stopped for dinner in the tiny beach town of
When we finally got to our campsite—it was about 10:30. You’ve never seen a man and his wife set up a tent so quickly. Our children, unaccustomed to watching their parents work with such ferocity, were beside themselves in the car, a trio of tears and wails. When we all nestled into our blankets and sleeping bags, they fell asleep almost immediately.
Despite its length, I would love to make this drive every summer—though I know that will never happen. For your future trip planning, there are some great campsites at Big Sir and, right near, in my opinion, the most striking site of the trip. The campsites are located about 8 hours north of