… Unless it’s Memorial Day Weekend and the whole world has chosen to visit the beaches of the West Coast at the same time! Can’t really complain though, as it’s not every day that I get chauffeur driven down the Pacific Coast Highway in a Mustang convertible. However, the combination of heavy traffic and accidents along the route did serve to make it feel just like a Bank Holiday back in the UK. We had a slow but actually very enjoyable pootle through Half Moon Bay and a host of charming tiny beaches and I got my first ever glimpse of the Pacific. It was nice to have the excuse to potter at 20 mph along a lot of the scenic areas (and boy were there a lot). We had planned to stop in Santa Cruz, home of The Lost Boys, for a spot of vampire hunting, but this being probably the busiest summer weekend in the American calendar, it was not to be. We managed some very slow progress through the middle of the town and past the famous Boardwalk but walking would have been way quicker. In fact, had I thought of it, I could easily have jumped out of the car and grabbed us a couple of ice creams before the car had moved about ten feet. Every single car park was full to capacity so we did our sightseeing from the comfort of our four wheels. I must say, my overriding impression of Santa Cruz is that it’s just like Southend on Sea but with better weather, and probably less jellied eels.
Not long after, however, we arrived in Monterey, which is one of the loveliest places I have ever visited. Put it this way, if the husband somehow drives off and forgets me in the morning, I’ll be a little miffed but I’ll get over it and live out my days here quite happily. It’s a delightful small town but with all the things you need (independent coffee shop, bookshop etc) plus a nice little wharf/boardwalk area and some not too shabby weather to boot. Oh and it has three British pubs that I know of. We only managed to make it into two of them because we got distracted by a bunch of really nice, funny, educated and generally very charming Americans who entertained us for the evening. So here I find myself at the end of another fun-packed day of adventures and needing another good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, we head to Morro (Bay).