We drove down the Californian HWY with the roof down on our free-upgrade convertable car. Wind blowing through our hair, the crisp smell of the sea breeze, the true feeling of being on holiday had sunk in. With Frisco 3 hours behind us we passed through the misty roads of Monterey and Santa Cruz arriving to a stunning view of the glorious, green, rolling mountians. As we hugged our way along the coastline we were faced with impressive views of rugged cliff faces which met the most turquise, aqua blue waters of the pacific.
We set up camp at Andrew Molera National park which was a first-come first-served basis. The fear of not getting a camp spot kept us a bit on edge on the drive down, arriving by mid-afternoon and easily getting a spot. The camp site was surrounded by teeny tiny naughty little chipmunks trying to get into our food at any chance they could. We were a bit worried that the gusty blowing winds would take away our $26USD Walmart tent after our walk through the meadows to the beach. MacGyver thinking caps on - we secured the tent down with rocks and happily went on our way to the renowned shores where I appropriately read my Big Sur novel and reveled in the sunlight.
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