I want to experience uncrowded beaches in California, when the only hazard might be a sloth of grizzlies feeding off a whale’s washed-up carcass. I’d like to regard old growth redwood forests, when they weren’t yet old, and certainly not pockmarked by logging. I’d like to see skies blackened by birdlife, including a condo of… Read More Remember those Forgotten Landscapes of California
First out on the road, on a weekend morning, Chryslers and Dodges, convertibles and sedans, rental cars for tourists. Next Gas 33 Miles Black asphalt, solid yellow double lines, freshly-plowed fields. Umber sandstone bluffs, black jagged rocks, white foam, and a cold, blue, shimmery-velvet Pacific. Cabrillo Highway. On the long straight-aways, seventeen Harley-riding bikers rumble… Read More Southbound
From Pescadero to Santa Cruz is thirty-six miles, by the road which winds along the coast past Point Año Nuevo and Pigeon Point to the Bay of Monterey, and thence southeastward, through a rich and highly-cultivated farming region, to the old Spanish Mission on the hill, below and around which the modern town, one of… Read More ‘A la California. Sketch of life in the Golden state. By Col. Albert S. Evans.
The Coast Road 