Highway 1 Guide

Was a very beautiful drive, me and my dad took it about 2-3 years ago.

I love Highway 1 California

I drove from L.A. to San Francisco, mostly all the way on the 1. I found a place to stop about 30 minutes outside of Malibu and convinced the guy at the gate of the public beach to let me in for free (as opposed to the $25 that it normally cost to visit this beach!). I could only afford about an hour, because I was losing sun quickly and I wanted to see the rest of the scenery on the drive in the daylight.

This was the first time I got to see a real, live surfer. Dorky, I know…but living in northern Texas, your surfer exposure is rather limited. Then there were the dogs that played in the giant waves…they cracked me up (and I was just a bit jealous of their ability to frolick so unabashedly). The only thing that seemed to backfire on my walk along the beach was my judgement of the surf. It seemed like a romantic idea to walk alone, just along the edge of the waves, listening to some Hope Sandoval and contemplating something deep and peaceful. But, once again being from Texas, the estimated ending point of the crashing waves ended much further up on the beach than I had planned, but, by the time I realized this, I found myself being soaked and smothered by seaweed and water. Not so romantic when you’re stumbling under the force of the waves to hold yourself up and are traipsing back to the car with soaked breeches.