I went on a camping roadtrip to the west coast a few weeks ago. I met my best friend in San Francisco and we headed across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito.
We meant to get on the 1 and apparently missed the split, so we headed up the 101 and cut across to the shore. On the way we passed through farmlands and cow pastures. We stopped and made friends with some calves.
We hit the 1 and headed north, and stumbled on a beach.
We had to climb down a cliff, but once there we discovered a cave someone had made of driftwood. A flock of birds swooped in to touch the water and kept flying on to their destination.
Discovery is such a freeing experience. If you've never gotten in your car and just gone for a drive - I highly encourage it. When I first got my license, I would just go explore. I learned the intricacies of my city, all the suburbs, all the nooks and crannies. This experience was like that on steroids. When you drive on a major highway, you miss so much of your experience.
The best part of this experience was that there were no time constraints. We could stop when we wanted. Once we passed our stop on the shore, we started our ascent into the mountains. The road was curvy, full of switchbacks where you would look down and see where you just were. It took a lot longer to navigate than we anticipated, but in between the cliffs, the road dipped down and there was a campsite in the middle.
We stopped and set up camp for the night, delighted to find that it had it's own private beach. We slept to the sound of crashing waves.
The best part of our stop was that we were in a whale watching area, and while it was the end of the season, we were able to sit on the beach in the morning and watch with the other campers.
A pretty perfect day, if I say so myself
We meant to get on the 1 and apparently missed the split, so we headed up the 101 and cut across to the shore. On the way we passed through farmlands and cow pastures. We stopped and made friends with some calves.
We hit the 1 and headed north, and stumbled on a beach.
We had to climb down a cliff, but once there we discovered a cave someone had made of driftwood. A flock of birds swooped in to touch the water and kept flying on to their destination.
Discovery is such a freeing experience. If you've never gotten in your car and just gone for a drive - I highly encourage it. When I first got my license, I would just go explore. I learned the intricacies of my city, all the suburbs, all the nooks and crannies. This experience was like that on steroids. When you drive on a major highway, you miss so much of your experience.
The best part of this experience was that there were no time constraints. We could stop when we wanted. Once we passed our stop on the shore, we started our ascent into the mountains. The road was curvy, full of switchbacks where you would look down and see where you just were. It took a lot longer to navigate than we anticipated, but in between the cliffs, the road dipped down and there was a campsite in the middle.
We stopped and set up camp for the night, delighted to find that it had it's own private beach. We slept to the sound of crashing waves.
The best part of our stop was that we were in a whale watching area, and while it was the end of the season, we were able to sit on the beach in the morning and watch with the other campers.
A pretty perfect day, if I say so myself
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onie:
who you telling, beautiful?!
drpepper23:
That trip sounds amazing and I am envious of the experience! The closest I've come to camping at the beach is the campground on Tybee Island.