Instead, I started out at a café drinking a luscious latte, peering across the road at my car on the corner, trying to catch up with this blog and chit-chatting with the other patrons.It was sunny, in the 60’s; people were sitting outside the store. Mmmmm, nice. You sit in a place like that and you understand why people are so crazy about this city. I was reminded of the last sublime morning I’d had in San Francisco, with my colleague Elizabeth, eating breakfast and wandering around before we had to go to the airport. I hope to have the opportunity for a bunch more mornings like these in this great place.
I set off around 10 or 11 for the Pacific Coast Highway and San Simeon. Leaving town, I managed to get a reverse picture of SF disappearing into the distance.
Not only was the drive down the PCH the fulfillment of a dream, but it was also breathtakingly beautiful. Looking slightly into the bright winter sun, and with the Santa Ana wind whipping across my open sunroof, it was a sublime day of motoring.
The best way to describe this is just to show the pictures. This sequence, starting on Route 1 just south of San Franciso and ending with a shot from the my motel in San Simeon, is an abridged chronicle of the day and gives some sense of how beautiful this road is:
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