Continuing on from our drive down the PCH, we stumbled upon a small viewing area by the beach where lies hordes of elephant seals. They’re pretty much like the typical California sea lions, except they looked funny (and smelled funny) with their big snout of a nose, hence their name.
They laid around most of the time in tightly packed groups like sardines in a can. They moved like them too, which is not much.
Yet despite their lack of movements (and the smell), I was pretty excited. Nothing is more exciting to me than wild animals. Really fat, ungraceful, wild animals, who, by the way, would occasionally sing the song of their people when it suited them. Or yawn… really loudly. I could’ve stayed there for hours, but alas, it was already late in the afternoon and we still had what? Five hours of driving to go?
We stopped so many times, I lost track. We see a pretty house, we stopped. We see a pretty bridge, we stopped. We see a pretty forest, we stopped. You get the the picture.
Anyway, I don’t recall which of these pictures were actually part of Big Sur and which were not. It may just be the one with the trees, but at this point, who cares. Anywhere in NorCal next to the ocean is Big Sur to me.
State Route 1, known more for its famous moniker, Pacific Coast Highway or PCH for short, is one of the must-see places in California and one that I have taken for granted. I’ve lived in California for God knows how long and have never driven through it. Probably because it’s about 500 miles long from San Francisco to Orange County. That’s approximately 11 hours of driving.
But I’ve made time. Just a shame it wasn’t enough. We left the hotel in Marina around 8 AM, but didn’t actually started driving down PCH until 10 AM, thanks to that abandoned military facility. We stopped at every single viewpoint that I deemed photo-worthy enough (which was practically every single stop). Granted, we started driving at 10 AM, we had about 8-9 hours of non-stop driving left before home, but as it was, we were again, stopping at practically every single stop, so you can imagine what time we got home.
Yeah, very late.
Gotta plan this trip again, this time with more days off.
First stop after a long drive from Oregon was Crescent City. Not gonna lie, but the place where we stayed was pretty ghetto. Not that I mind. I’m fine with ghetto as long as my life isn’t endangered (a rarity). Anyway, the place was right next to the sea, so that made up for it.
We skipped the caverns in Oregon since a fellow photographer didn’t wanna miss sunset here, and that’s alright. Apparently we needed advanced notice to see the caverns anyway. Plus the sunset was pretty awesome. Windy and cold as eff, but awesome nonetheless. It was almost like being back at Big Sur. Pretty, pretty.