It felt like Christmas. My eyes shot open despite having been awake half the night. “It’s today!” I exclaimed as Drew rubbed his still shut eyes, “yeah” he yawned, “are you excited?”, “YES! We are going!!!” I flipped the covers off and hopped out of bed. The alarm buzzed gently on the floor next to the bed, Drew rolled over and sighed, “alright, now it is time to get up.”
We got dressed, packed the coolers, loaded the car, and drove to Handsome; after all, one needs coffee to start any road trip properly. We were officially on the road by 9 a.m., stuck in traffic by 9:30 and rerouted by 10. The California coast line waiting to carry us to our destination.
Hills rose before us, trees loomed over head, when they broke the oceans great cascading blue velvet rippled gently below. The freeway beckoned us ever onward, riding the shore. The city fell behind, beach towns, and country homes freckled the faces of the ocean side cliffs ahead, beautiful, unique, and captivating.
The exit for San Luis Obispo pulled us in. We picnicked in the park; sitting on a bench by a stream in the mid afternoon sun never felt so refreshing. We made sandwiches, a simple meal made special by the moment in which it was shared. After lunch we wandered through town, stopping to take photos of old type and beautiful signage. Before leaving we purchased a cast iron skillet (my new obsession) and grabbed an iced latte for the road.
We pulled back onto highway one, the sun streaming through the car windows, Cayucas playing as we drove through Cayucos; it was all very poetic and dreamy.
Big Sur erupted from the sandy shore; my heart melted into the ocean below. The weekend was only just beginning and I found myself lost in euphoria, never wanting to leave.