Sorry, me again, boring the pants off you with my hoards of holiday snaps. This is part two (of TWO. I promise!), where we travelled from Santa Barbara up the Big Sur coastline to San Fransisco. If you’re thinking of a trip to California, this route would be top of my list. San Fransisco is beautiful. And expensive ($15 dollars for a Toblerone. Wowzers.)
In San Fran we stayed at Hotel Zephyr, one of the coolest hotels I’ve ever been to. Complete with gamesroom and a game I became a teeny bit obsessed with: Shuffleboard. Heard of it? Its ace! Like mini curling, without the sweepy bit. Or the ice… Anyway, I was crap at it, but I still wanted to play it on repeat.
I loved the straight steep roads. I have many road photos, but luckily, I’m just sharing the one! And yes, I stood in the middle of the traffic to photograph them.
And Alcatraz, which is all kinds of epic eerrie awesome. Al Capone was locked up there, apparantly. Which really confused me, as I thought Al Capone was fictional. And then I felt really thick. And now for some reason I’m sharing this.
Down from San Fransisco, to the Big Sur, Monteray to Santa Cruz. Full of wildlife – pelicans, elephant seals, sea otters. We drove along what the guidewook described as “the most beautiful motorway anywhere” – in dense fog. Couldn’t even see the road, let alone the sea.
And Redwoods. Not the giant ones sadly, but still pretty damn big. With me taking knobby photos, all the time. Poor George, he’s always waiting for me whilst I take zillions of ‘arty’ photos of trees, walls, roads… he puts up with a lot.
Trying to pretend it’s warm enough to have the top down in our car. Can you see the towel reflected in my sunglasses? I wrapped it round my legs. Style and comfort.