Day 231: Los Angeles to Carmel
We move out of LA, quickly, before we can be seduced by the sun and swimming pools. Not that I'm complaining. I've rented a red Morgan Eight, an English built open-top sports car, to drive the four hundred odd miles up to San Francisco. We leave LA on US 101. Sunshine and clear skies. As we head along the coast to Santa Barbara, a bank of cold, grey sea mist lurks beside us all the way, rolled back a quarter of a mile off shore, like a stage curtain. At Santa Barbara the highway is tastefully landscaped with thick flowering oleander bushes waving gently in the slipstreams. Past Buellton - the Split Pea Capital of the World - over the wide, dry course of the Santa Rosa River, and on to San Luis Obispo where we branch off onto Highway 1, a narrow road that hugs the tortuous coastline from Morro Bay to Monterey.
In all my visits to California, over a period of twenty-four years, I have never been up to Hearst Castle, the huge pile built in the 1920s and 1930s 1600 feet above the ocean by newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst.
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- Series: Full Circle
- Day: 231
- Country/sea: USA
- Place: Los Angeles - California
- Book page no: 300
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