We have reached the last day of my epic, three-day, detour-filled driving adventure, coming home from Christmas in the Bay Area. I had that delightful day-long stopover to visit my little cousins in Santa Cruz. I left them early in the morning, and continued my drive, stopping at every view spot I could find.
I know, I do this whenever I drive on the coast… but the views look different every time.
And I never get tired of the drive.
But there is a reason why I keep using the word detour… and the word adventure…
And that reason is this…
California’s Highway One is closed.
I don’t mean all of it… but it doesn’t go all the way through anymore… at least, not for now.
You see, there was a huge rock slide months ago… I mean, like, part of a mountain came down and washed out the twisty, two lane road.
You should Google that. The highway is going to be closed for another year. Or more.
Mmmmm… the redwoods near Big Sur. Okay, so, I hear you wondering to yourself, why, if I knew that the road was closed, was I still going that way… despite signs saying there was no way around the roadblock? Why didn’t I just cut inland from Santa Cruz? And why, after asking a few locals, who all said there was no way to keep going… did I keep going?
And, to be honest, when I stopped getting a cell phone signal because of the mountains, and therefore had no way of updating my Google maps, even I began to wonder why I kept going. But this is what an adventure is. If you knew how it was going to turn out, it wouldn’t be an adventure… it would just be a drive.
And I almost did give up… but then, a park ranger told me that there just might be a way… although, under no circumstance could hen recommend that I take that way.
Oh yeah! That had adventure written all over it.
Join me soon for the next installment.