Californian Sunset- Crescent City
Our drive down the Oregon coast had been spectacular- as reported in the last blog. The day was the finished off with a beautiful sunset in Crescent City- we have been blessed with some wonderful sunsets and this was right up there.
Avenue of the Giants
Our drive down Highway 101 from Crescent City to Fort Bragg gave us the opportunity of driving through the Avenue of Giants. Holy moly! These Redwoods were massive! Mike's attempts at tree hugging were an epic fail so he decided to add some nutrients to one particular tree by having a piss..... not the only massive things in the forest then I hear you say
Pacific Highway 1
Our favourite road in the world! Up until now we have only ever covered the sections between Monterrey and LA- the most famous section is the Big Sur. This time we picked up the road 20 miles south of Fort Bragg and then continued on it the following day as we drove to Santa Cruz, 50 miles south of San Francisco. Please note that when we picked up this road we had about 25 miles of petrol left and we were in the arse end of nowhere and I was desperate for the loo. We didn't speak for that first 20 miles.....Please note Wendy did not speak. I tried to make some amusing quips and was warned that one more amusing quip would be my last. I should also add that I found the petrol station with a good 3 miles left in the tank....The road didn't disappoint whether it presented us with stunning coastal views or beautiful bays and inlets. An added bonus on this drive was that we were able to listen to updates on the Everton v West Ham game.......Not really my sweet - I hasten to add that I took defeat a lot better than the cup half empty scouser next to me would have. The dots you see in one of the photos are hundreds of sea lions enjoying the surf not the remnants of Wendy's suitcase as I threw it in the sea after another rendition of 4-0
Santa Cruz
When you are covering 1200 miles in five days you have to work out where along the route will be the best places to stay. We hit the jackpot with Santa Cruz. Apart from the fact that the hotel was shit, the place itself was beautiful. We were able to watch the surfers as the sun fell- they must be mad as this is the time when the sharks are the hunt- and then experienced one of my highlights of the trip! A colony of sea-lions had found a section of the pier to spend the night on. THE NOISE THEY MADE WAS UNBELIEVABLE! Noisier than a night out in Formby I had one particular favourite and spent a bit of time chatting to him... I swear to god when I talked he would look up at me- see picture for evidence. Two of the sea-lions were particularly fiesty and I had to use my 'Oi' to stop them fighting... they stopped!!! They stopped because they couldn't understand a word she was saying - it was more a quizzical is she speaking English?
Santa Barbara
No visit to southern California should leave out Santa Barbara. We normally stay outside of the city but this time we were lucky enough to get a hotel on Main Street- The Orange Tree- which was close to the beautiful shops and restaurants of Santa Barbara. We arrived here on the 30th November, the day before their Christmas parade- the decorations were up but it just didn't feel like Christmas was on its way. We had dinner in our favourite fish restaurant- which was clearly owned (probably stolen) by Everton fans- and went for a walk on the beach and around the beautiful harbour. We love it here.
Palm Desert
We figured if we headed for the southern California desert it would be warm... most of the time it was but the temperature dropped on a couple of the days we were there. However, it was still warm enough for shorts and flip-flops. Palm Desert- and Indian Wells next to it- is a strange place. Everyone seems to live in gated communities with security guards at the entrance. At the sides of the roads are perfectly manicured flowers and grassed areas. Even the Walmart supermarket car parks were spectacular! Even though it was all a bit ''artificial'' you could see the attraction of the place... we have never spent a week in December in shorts and have to admit, we rather enjoyed it! We went on some beautiful walks, a number of which were cut short because of some of the local inhabitants.....
And that is it....... Road trip number 1 is over. We have had such an amazing experience that it is hard to comprehend a return to ''normal life''. We would like to thank all the family and friends who 'hosted' us and to those family and friends who followed our adventure via our blog and facebook posts- we hope you have enjoyed it.
One last thank you goes to Mike.... thank you for giving me the courage to quit my job and embark on this unforgettable experience. It has helped me to realise that there is indeed more to life than an 80 hour working week and that life is indeed for living. I love you very much and there is no-one else on the planet I would rather have shared this experience with. Actually if I'm being honest... apart from 'Freakin' Deacon Claybourne. Oh and Gary Barlow. and I quite like you too xx
89 days gone. 0 to go. Feeling blessed to be on our way home to see our family and friends, meet our first grandson and get excited about Tash and Sean's wedding.































































































