The Great American Road Trip: Day 9

10:30AM
We're driving up the coastline this morning and it is absolutely beautiful. Wildflowers and waves, what more could a girl ask for? I'm also pretty sure I saw some seals sunning themselves on a rock, but no one else in the car would believe me.

The other thing plentiful on scenic highway 1 is cyclists. I've never seen so many bikes. Where are they all coming from? It makes me feel like we're driving alongside the Tour de France... and winning by a landslide!

But enough of this positive talk, the negative Nancy in me has been dying to write about how ungodly curvy this road is. They forgot to mention that part in the guide book. I could use an airplane bag right about now.

Too queasy to write

any

more

words.

4:19PM
So I survived the crazy curves of Highway 1 and was even brave enough to drive a stretch of the road myself! We located our campsite in Monterey after stopping at a Motel 6 for directions. (I'd grown tired of making u-turns at that point and was in no mood for "winging it." Anyway, our campsite is actually on a legit Mazda Raceway. It's called Laguna Seca and it has plots with gorgeous scenic views of rolling hills on one side and then views of the race track on the other. I have a feeling I'm going to be surrounded by an interesting crowd this evening.

After settling in at the campsite, Tyler was antsy to get out and DO SOMETHING! I think his favorite line on this trip has been, "You don't want to just sit around the campsite, do you?" So since rest and relaxation were not on the agenda, we ventured out to Pebble Beach. Of course, immediately upon paying our $9.25 entrance fee, we looked out of place in what we decided is the swanky part of town. However, our grungy appearance didn't stop Tyler from getting out and exploring the golf course. We finally located the 18th hole, sweatpants and all, and I pretended to understand the reverence with which Tyler was treating that moment.

While I'll probably never get very excited about a golf course, I definitely wouldn't mind residing on Pebble Beach. The multi-million dollar homes and ocean views were enough to keep me content as we drove down "17-mile Drive." I have to wonder--Who lives here? And do they have a nice, dashing, preferably 23 year old grandson they could set me up with?