There is no better way to spend a lazy Sunday than to drive Highway 1 along the California coast line. But only if you consider 7 hours of driving lazy. The drive is extremely dangerous, but only because the road becomes an afterthought. To its side the rival of surf steals all of one's attention. We stopped several times to properly enjoy beach sides without the threat of death, including one that appeared to be named after J.C.V.D. "the muscles from Brussels."
Yep, sun, surf, stolls along the beach. All that jazz.
The drive left us feeling exhausted, but blissful, when we pulled into the Walmart. This was one of many end of day California heartbreaks, as we learned they didn't want to support our eyesore of a van and no one else in the vicinity wanted us either.
We were able to convince a casino in Napa Valley to let us park for the night for free as long as it cost us lots of money. What seemed at night to be a horrible turn of luck, backtracking for an hour up a long and twisting and somewhat dangerous road (It was dark so we couldn't see how dangerous. But it was dark so we couldn't see much of anything) turned out to be a smirk of fate.
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