If you have never driven CA1 from San Francisco to Santa Barbara...you need to. To say that it is mind-boggling gorgeous is a paltry little understatement. It is especially helpful if you are as fortunate as I am to have a chauffeur so that you can oooh and ahhh over the scenery while someone else worries about the precarious precipices on the way. It helps even more if your chauffeur is your dearest friend who is ready and willing to stop at every overlook so that you can get out to take yet another picture or stick your toes in the Pacific Ocean, or get out at a state park so you can take a hike to the amazing rock-hanging coastline, or stop at a recommended restaurant with a view even though it means she will be driving after dark on the unlit, cliff-hugging, winding, curvy road. Amazing friend, amazing views, amazing journey.
And about half way down we stopped at the teeny tiny little Hearst Castle, another place you really ought to see. Only 70,000 square feet on 250,000 acres of land....gorgeous gardens, 400 year old ceilings, 24 karat gold pool tiles...and zebras grazing on the grounds....
Sadly, after all of this fabulocity, we had a brief but unimpressive stay in Santa Barbara then Gail had to fly out of LAX...and I ventured eastward through the smog toward clear, clean and oh so rocky Joshua Tree, solo.
Our journeys are blessed when amazing friends join us along the way. They encourage us, support us, remind us and accept us for who we are...and they allow us to become our best selves...and coast when we need to.
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