San Luis Obispo had no idea what hit them once we left. Especially after we raided the Jamba Juice.
After Big Sur, however, we had no idea what hit us. It really is the "most beautiful meeting of land and water in the world" (Robert Louis Stevenson).
There were many, many pictures taken, but there really are no words that can it justice. The cliffs cascade down into the water as cars whiz by, and your feet cling to the orange rock below you as wind gusts smack you in the chest.
I also finally got into my Jack Kerouac book, titled (of course) Big Sur, and I was pretty surprised to find that it's actually good... I tried to read On The Road and it was hard to get past all the rambling scribbles that aren't even broken up by paragraphs.
The biggest announcement of the day was that the 50th license plate was found. HAWAII.
Bigger than that... we finally got to crack that bottle of champagne that we bought after seeing Wyoming (#48) and drink it atop the cliffs on Big Sur.
Missed visits: Carmel, the town Clint Eastwood used to be mayor of
Good visit: Santa Cruz, a little surf town south of San Fran
We got into San Luis Obispo at about 8 p.m. and packed in two Big Macs each. We then proceeded with several hours of "football" (not the NFL kind) and I really can't go into too much detail past that...
Such is life.
I'm out
