Whenever I have made the Hwy 101 to Hwy 1 drive along the magnificent Pacific Ocean, I run into this place that is… simply magical. The first time I came through, there were cows all over the (very curvy) coastal highway, cliffs dropping at angle that would have made James’ Giant Peach fly as far as the moon, rolling hills, friendly farmsteads, and the most amazing sunsets. For some reason, I am always hitting this stretch of Highway 1 at sunset time; I suppose I’ll have to try for sunrise at some point.
It always starts with cows….
Then it just keeps going….