With plans to head down the coast and catch a couple of things along the way our first stop was going to be Santa Cruz, a relatively small surfing community which was supposedly nice to see. I'm not going to lie, nothing too eventful transpired here. We got (manky) burritos, went for a stroll down the really long boardwalk there, threw ice cream cones at the seals and just generally spotted talent and did as much as we could in two hours really! Money was starting to run particularly low at this stage and with a couple of other things planned on the trip we needed to budget for we left the souvenirs and the touristy stuff off and went on our way!
The next planned pit stop was pebble beach, a very wealthy community near Monterey made famous by its golf club! However just as we were getting onto highway 1, one the most well known, well publicised drives in the world, famous for the scenery and duration of the drive, Voted the number 1 in national geographics 500 drives of a lifetime! This happened...
The impending fog was upon us. By the time we reached pebble beach you could barely see 5 metres in front of you! A bit of a shame but ah well. Same story for the drive all the way down the coast.. Big Sur, San Simeon and Hearsts castle, smothered! Ah well..
Here's what we should have been looking at....
Heres what we got..
So as you can imagine we were pretty headwrecked! Either way, the day we went to the Golden Gate (which is traditionally covered in fog) it was the warmest day of the summer in San Francisco and every thing was clear as glass so rough with the smooth I suppose!
After driving for a considerable time in the darkness we eventually landed into Santa Barbara circa half 3 am. Not really knowing where we were going to stay we pitched up in another dodgy motel and said we would leave it off until the next day!..