“Big Sur is the California that men dreamed of years ago, this is the Pacific that Balboa looked at from the Peak of Darien, this is the face of the earth as the Creator intended it to look”
Henry Miller
Originally we were going to stay and enjoy Orange County for another day, but since we had been extremely lazy and we wanted to arrive in Oregon by a certain date to see my brothers basketball game, we decided to leave a day early. We woke up fairly early that morning, at least for us, got everything packed up, took some fantastic pictures and jumped in the car.
It started out as a warm pretty day and we had planned to stop at the Santa Monica Pier and then go to the beach in Santa Barbara. However once we got outside of LA the sky clouded over, everything became grey and the heavens opened up.( LA by the way seemed amazing. It is yet another place I would love to see when we have more time. Bobbe Colley had told us stories about old Hollywood and I want to be the typical tourist and see things like the chinese theatre) It was the first time it had rained since we started our road trip. We skipped the Santa Monica Pier and kept on trekking to make it to Santa Barbara.
Santa Barbara is a cute little town nestled along the coast. It was still rainy and grey so the beach was out, instead we wandered down the waterfront under the umbrella eating PB&J . The Pier was nearby so we walked to the end of it. To our left was a giant Pelican that let us come right up next to it.
Getting pretty wet we headed back to the car and up the coast. We tried to stop at Hearst Castle just to see it in the distance but it was toucked up into the trees and we couldn't see it. We kept on and reached the edges of Big Sur as the sun was setting. It was beautiful, but slow driving as we winded right along the cliffs next to the ocean. It was breathtaking until it got dark and then it was just scary. We had to go very slow because it was steep and winding and we couldn't see very far in front of us. 
We reached carmed valley late. Phyliss is a distant relative of ours and a good friend of our Aunt Noni and grandma Jeanine. She has a cute little red cottage tucked into the hills. She in her sweet way had prepared a yummy dinner of stew for us ( perfect for a rainy dreary days) We visited with her about her 30 years of adventure in the navy and all her travels. She has been to Europe, all over the United States and seen every National Park in the country.
The next morning after breakfast and watching the weather we realized three storms were slated to hit San Francisco and the coast area. Sadness. We wanted to go to fishermans wharf, take the ferry to Tiberon, spend the night in a hostel and then bike across the golden gate bridge the next day and see the sites. That was out thanks to the weather. We didn't want to spend the nex two or three days soaking wet so we decided to push hard and make it to Elmira, Oregon near Eugene to our Aunt Amy's house.
Oregon Here we come, the next to last part of our trip.
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