Day Two – After waking up, eating a little breakfast and packing up camp, we were back on the PCH headed North. We opted to take the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway or The 1) rather than one of the other major highways because, even though it took longer, it took us through a lot of cool towns and landscapes and practically hugs the coast creating some really great scenics. We passed through Oxnard, Ventura, Santa Barbara, Guadalupe, Pismo Beach, San Luis Obispo, Morro Bay & San Simeon, among others, in route to our next home for the night, Andrew Molera State Park. As we usually do, we took our time, stopping to see the sights and look for potential surf spots. We made a quick stop in Santa Barbara hoping to skate a little skatepark on the beach. Unfortunately, the park was closed because of a skate camp but we made up with that misfortune by grabbing a couple Egg McMuffins from McDonalds. We next stopped off at Pismo Beach, hoping to be able to access the Pismo Sand Dunes. Turns out you can only access them by 4 wheel drive, we figured we’d save that adventure for the next trip. Back on the road up to San Luis Obispo to stop at a few surf shops so John can try and find a board sock for his surfboard. I don’t know if you’ve ever traveled at a high rate of speed with a set of soft racks attached to your roof, but it produces this dreadful humming sound that can melt paint off walls. We thought a board sock might help remedy the situation, but after circling blocks in San luis Obispo in a disoriented fashion, we came up empty handed. Back on the road. Next stop was at a beach in San Simeon called Piedras Blancas, not far from Hearst Castle. This beach is home to hundreds of Elephant Seals. These enormous, vile creatures spend their days napping on the sand. Every once in a while, on would get up, move three feet, then lay back down and take a nap. We weren’t sure if they would be there this time of year, as they don’t start breeding until November, but sure enough, they were. After checking those blubbery bastards out for a bit, we got back on the road North. Not long after, the road transformed from a flat, straight coastal road to a mountainous, steep, winding, fall off and instant death-type of road. Allie laid down to keep from loosing her cookies and I became the passenger seat driver, using my passenger double foot brake whenever death was imminent. We stopped at a few choice vista points, including the famous Bixby Bridge. Before we knew it, we were amongst the redwoods of Julia Pfeiffer State Park. Our destination, Andrew Molera State Park, was just beyond Julia Pfeiffer, so we decided to explore Julia Pfeiffer the next day. Since Andrew Molera State Park doesn’t accept reservations for its 24 campsites, we started to get a worried when we noticed all area campgrounds were full. Our worrying turned genuine when we approached Andrew Molera with a “Campsites FULL” sign by the entrance. |