After the hustle and bustle of Santa Cruz, we headed south to that land of legends, Big Sur. So many of the writers and artists and visionaries of the last few decades found this place inspiring, wild, and beautiful. And it's no wonder. Highway 1 kisses the cliffs for dozens of miles along the coast, often hundreds of feet above the ocean. The forest and the ocean meet and create breathtaking views. We spent the night alongside a creek in Big Sur, then drove south along the coast the next morning.
Along the highway, we met a French couple and their baby who needed a ride. They were going to Morro Bay, CA, and when we got there they offered to let us stay at their campsite in exchange for the ride. We ended up getting along very well. I got to practice my French and we have new friends in Paris!
Morro Bay itself was also a great place. It is a surfing, fishing, and harbor town. Morro Rock dominates the shoreline, and sea lions come up to the docks to rest at night.
Finally, it was time to leave the Pacific. We waved goodbye and headed east again, this time tracing our path from our last trip Out West, through Sequoia National Park to Death Valley.
Now we are in Pahrump, NV on our way to Las Vegas for a rousing good time. We are seeing Penn and Teller and staying in the Rio, our first Hotel for this whole trip. We made it 6 days straight without paying for a RV park, and now we are ready to splurge. After Las Vegas, our trip is nearly over, with a mad dash for the East Coast in time for the new semester.
Au Revoir, California!
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