Road Trip

We were lucky enough to take a trip south of Santa Cruz to the Big Sur on Saturday and it was simply splendid. An early start, a train and a bus, and a cup of coffee from Bad Ass Coffee, we were ready to set off along the coast. It was absolutely beautiful. We kept having to stop in conveniently placed lay-bys, just to gawp at the scenery and try to capture it's image forever on camera. I think we took more photos in one day than we have for all of the rest of the time we have been here. It was an unrelenting stream of ooohh, ahh, would you look at that, take a picture quick and sorry, missed it's.

We stopped for lunch at Pffeiffer Beach (yes, as in Michelle - what fun!) which we never would have found were it not for one of Dan's colleagues recommendations. It wasn't sign posted and entailed a 2 mile drive down a single track, which with SUV's all around is no mean feat. It was gorgeous and well worth the trip, with craggy rocks with holes that the sea has cut out for a better view of the beach, which was more or less deserted and had inexplicable stretches of purple sand. It felt like we have been let in on a very special secret. Lucky us.

Back to Santa Cruz, and dinner in a futuristic Jetson's themed veggie cafe, we were ready for the train home again. Will some one pinch me? It was one of those days I could have dreamt.