The trip has begun. I left Dana Point and headed up Pacific Coast Highway Route 1. I wanted to go along the coast since Route 1 begins at the light by our house and ends in Canada. I cruised through Laguna Beach, Newport, Huntington Beach, Seal Beach, Long Beach, Lomita, Torrance, Redondo Beach, Manhattan Beach, Under the LAX airport, Santa Monica, and eventually through Malibu, Santa Barbara, and San Luis Obispo. I camped for the night at Morro Bay State Park.
The park was filled with barking dogs, and middle-aged huge motorhome people playing 70’s too loudly. I listened to “bye bye Miss American pie and Leroy Brown” too many times. These old farts were still living their Vietnam Days with their hats and flags. A dude across the road actually set up a satellite dish so he wouldn’t miss his latest reality show. Yikes, this is supposed to be getting away from it all – “camping.”
It all started here as I turned right on Pacific Coast Highway and began the trek. No turning back for three weeks and over 4,000 miles.
Morro Rock from across the bay.
Morro Rock from across the harbor.
Rookery for nesting nesting seabirds. The area was fenced off, the sound was cacophonous, and the smell burned your nose. I hope these birds are happy.
This is a cast metal sculpture and not junk.
This is how real men fish – a dingy and a dog.