Editors Note: Day five and six from the last post were actually day six and seven respectively. Sorry for the mislabeling.
On our last full day in California, The Husband and I decided to head back to the coast for one last longing look at the Pacific. We went to Mendocino, which was the farthest north we had managed to make it during our trip and spent a casual day shopping, feeding the seagulls, and taking pictures of the coastline. All that making for some pretty dry reading material, I’ll just let the pictures do the talking on this one.
In total, in the eight or so days that we were in California, The Husband and I drove for over sixty-three hours and covered nearly twenty-two hundred miles of asphalt. We drove along jagged cliffs on winding mountain roads and, frankly through some really bad neighborhoods. We were confronted with heavy winds, rain, snow, and fog as well as temperatures that fluctuated up to thirty degrees from day to day. We barely slept, we often ate nothing but bread and cheese and frequently suffered from dehydration in the extremely dry climate…It was the best vacation I’ve ever had.