It was time to drive up the PCH, but first we needed to get out of bed. Since we liked the Farmer’s Market so much we wanted to try and go back for breakfast again, but since it was 830am, and they didn’t open until 10, we decided that some sigh-seeing was in order, so we headed to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It was in one word: underwhelming. This was just a day or two after Muhammad Ali had died, so we wanted to try and see his star, because we’d heard that it was the only one that wasn’t on the street, but on the side of the building. We must’ve been at the very start of the walk because a) we didn’t recognize any names, and b) we were about 5 or 6 blocks away from Ali’s star. We gave up on the walk, and the Farmer’s Market, and settled on a waffle place that was right around the corner from where we parked. Breakfast was delicious (as it typically) was, and with that we were off. Since we wanted to spend as much time on the PCH as possible, we took the long way back to the Santa Monica Pier where route 1 began, instead of heading north before meeting up with it. This is when we finally drove past Beverly Hills, and the Weezer song finally made sense.
The drive was beautiful; honestly the whole way up we were constantly mesmerized by the coast line and the large bluffs up ahead. As we were driving we came across a large wall of sand, and decided this was a good a time as any to stop and see what was going on. A few brave souls were trying to sled down the hill, and it was so entertaining to watch them tumble over as they started skidding sideways. It was a worthwhile stop as we both were able to run around and take in the views from a really high angle.
Mike’s cousin lives out in Santa Barbara, so that was our first official stop on the way up to Big Sur. Although there was another reason to go to Santa Barbara, and that was Psych; Mike is a huge fan (I’d consider myself a moderate one) and stopping at the town where it’s set was going to be pretty cool. We met up at a restaurant that was on the beach, and the boys spent an hour or more catching up on life since they last saw each other. It was definitely a worthwhile reunion for the both of them, and after some pictures (to appease the parents of course), Mike’s cousin was on his way. Since it was sunny and we were on a beach, we decided to walk around for a bit and explore. I fell in love almost immediately. The temperature was perfect, the breeze was cool, and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks so relaxing. I would love to return here for a week or two and just relax on the beach; who knows, maybe that’ll be my next vacation.
Unfortunately it was soon time to hit the road again, and because I knew Mike wanted to look at the scenery, I was the first behind the wheel. I can’t stress enough how beautiful the drive was overall, I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. Our final destination was Monterrey, CA, which meant that we were going to be driving all the way through Big Sur before getting to our AirBnB. As it got darker, the drive became more perilous because of all the sharp turns we were encountering. It took us an hour and a half to drive 40 miles, and we were wondering what this road would look like the next day in full daylight, as we were going to be driving down it again.
We arrived at our AirBnB, our favorite of the whole tip due to it’s awesome location and the privacy of the room. We tucked in for bed and fell asleep almost immediately, as another early morning wake up was waiting for us in just a few hours.