I've traveled up and down through California many times, especially when we owned a house in Oregon, but I have never taken the time to drive the scenic route that is the California State Route 1 aka the Pacific Coast Highway.
It does take a considerably longer time to get up the coast especially when pulling a trailer, but I'm so glad we did it. Some of the most breathtaking views I've ever had of the Pacific and lots of other surprises along the way.
I Spy with My Little Eye ..........Elephant Seals
When I saw the sign for elephant seal views, I was somewhat skeptical.
But lo and behold, there they were. At first we only saw three lying motionless on the sand, looking barely alive.
The three shapes in the foreground are the seals, the bigger shape in the back is a rock. The rock moved only slightly less than the seals.
Turns out they were molting, in fact, they call it a catastrophic molt because they lose and regrow all of their fur at once.
We left pretty excited about having seen elephant seals in nature, especially when it came so out of the blue.
We got in the car and drove less than a quarter of a mile when I pulled into another area to view them, thinking we might see something a bit more interesting than the blobs from afar.
And we did indeed.
There were about a dozen of them, snoozing about 25 feet below us. They still didn't move much but it was amazing to see such massive and odd-looking creatures so close.
Skye took some nicer shots with her fancy camera, but I'm having a hard time getting them to upload, so for now.....
When we got up near Big Sur we were treated to one jaw-dropping view after another.
Around every bend there was yet another postcard worthy line of coast and clouds.
My pics from the Iphone don't come close to beginning to capture what we were so fortunate to be able to see in person.
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
And sometimes, it's a disservice, almost disrespectful to even try to capture such spectacle.
When we were on empty in the desert, we paid $5.00/gallon and were happy to do so.
Actually we felt burned then too.
We had a quarter of a tank when we pulled up to this gas station up in Big Sur.
Part of me was ready to take my chances, but not wanting to tempt fate, I succumbed and went ahead and pumped 5 gallons of black gold in the little Rav.
We eventually settled into to a Howard Johnson just north of Monterrey, which would serve as a base for the next couple of days.