Our departure from San Diego lead us north on the renowned Pacific Coast Highway.
After weaving our way through the spaghetti junctions of L.A., unfortunately due to the weather Matt decided against a David Hasselhoff style baywatch run along the Santa Monica beach. Maybe next time.
Now, we realise that the Simpsons isn’t a reality TV show but didn’t pick this as a nuclear power plant.
Santa Barbara was bustling with people mingling amongst the Spanish styled buildings but no time to dilly dally longer than eating an ice cream, we we’re heading for Morro Bay.
The 2 nights in Morro Bay could have easily turned into more. It’s a quaint fishing town, touristy but great to look around the harbour and the beach.
Our first night there ended in us meeting a great couple Eric and Camille who lived in a town nearby. After a drink and a chat it was decided that that that there’d be golf with Eric the following day. I put my caddie skills in place (didn’t carry a thing) and we had a great day on the course (pebble beach) overlooking the harbour.
We encountered some bears on the course but no harm was done.
Sorry to say that the score card was lost but I think Matt edged out Eric and his friend.
As predicted the 18th hole led to the 19th watering hole where we had great timing just tuning in to the last/playoff holes of the Masters at Augusta. Great setting to see an Australia/kiwi combo win. Was congratulated by several salty dogs at the bar on success of ‘your fellow Aussie’ Adam Scott.
The best part of the day though was managing to be invited to a Bbq dinner at Eric and Camilles after.
The Tritip (some kind of beef cooked in charcoal bbq) was super tasty (as was everything else) and it was very cool to spend an evening with them and their family.
It was good that our motel was equipped to deal with Matt’s sore muscles after golf. Never seen anything like it but bed goes like a 3.9 quake for 15 minutes after putting in a quarter.
The town’s harbour is home to some noisy sea lions and playful otters which were lots of fun to watch, along with some mischievous looking squirrels.
Our journey continued up the coastal drive which is not unlike a lot of NZ, rugged rocks beside the sea.
This lead us to Monterey, another harbour town but on a much bigger scale than Morro Bay. Lots of sail boats in the harbour, old fisherman’s wharf as a tourist spot and another as a running commercial wharf.
Matt got rather attached to the locals.
Again lots of sea life in the harbour.
Nearby is Carmel which apparently often has celebrities roaming it’s cobblestone streets.
We didn’t spot any when we visited but its a neat place to look around anyway and has a nice beach too, just a bit chilly for us to don our togs this day.
Another day excursion led us through Castroville, our claim to fame can now be that we’ve been to the artichoke capital of the world! This part north of Monterey was the most agricultural area. Along with the artichokes there were so many paddocks of strawberries and broccoli.
Well time to put the thermals on, next stop South Lake Tahoe.