“It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness in the late afternoon of time.”
― Jack Kerouac
Last month I had a wedding booked in Big Sur, and I couldn't fly all the way across the country without seeing some of my favorite spots from last summer. My mom and brother came along for the first leg of the trip and together we drove down scenic Hwy 1 stopping in Monterrey and Carmel on the way.
The road is like none other I've seen. It twists down the coast with the Santa Lucia mountain range on one side and the Pacific ocean thousands of feet below on the other. It's an incredible part of the country.