Driving California Highway 1 in an RV: Part 2

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Welcome to Part 2 of “Driving California Highway 1 in a RV”. This odyssey followed the adventures of my wife Maureen and I as we explored scenic Highway 1 along the California coast in a truck and travel trailer. While the scenery was spectacular, the route in places had more twists and turns, zigs and zags, ups and downs than a roller coaster which made for a very “exciting” experience.

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Map of Highway 1 (Click To Enlarge)

Part 2 of our story began at the Kirk Creek Campground on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, just south of Big Sur.

The Good, Bad and Ugly of Big Sur

After being lulled to sleep by the sound of the surf, we awoke refreshed and ready to go the next morning – sort of. On one hand, we were eager to see and explore what lay ahead. On the other, we could have easily remained at the Kirk Creek Campground. Even though it offered no services, the setting and scenery were spectacular. About 100 feet below us lay a virtually deserted beach just begging to be “combed” while across the road, several hiking trails with stunning views also beckoned.

(From Gordon F. Smith’s parents (Own work) via Wikimedia Commons)

Beaches to Comb

(From Flickr)

Big Sur Bixby Bridge

Paths To Hike

Eventually, time constraints won out over contentment and we continued north along the coast to the village of Big Sur. With a permanent population of less than 1000 which could easily balloon to double or triple that number with visitors on any given day, Big Sur was an interesting community. For services, it offered few; a store, a gas station or two, a couple of restaurants, hotels and campgrounds, all spread out along the highway. While the area was attractive, some merchants seemed to think that was justification enough for gouging tourists. Stopping at one of the gas stations, I discovered that prices were $3.00 a gallon higher than comparable rates further south. Ouch!

(From Google Street View)

Downtown Big Sur


The Iconic Bixby Bridge

Cute Carmel

40 miles further north was the community of Carmel By The Sea, famous for its artistic and romantic ambience. The town was indeed lovely, filled with galleries, boutiques, funky shops, a variety of restaurants and a beautiful white sand beach at the western edge of town but, RV parking was an issue. We eventually found a spot on a residential side street, more than a mile from the town center.

(From Flickr)

Carmel California

Carmel: Funky Shops

 

Beach at Carmel

As we walked downtown, I spotted a real estate “For Sale” sign and took one of the information sheets. Maureen and I often enjoyed looking at property listings while travelling. It was fun to dream about where we would live should we ever win the lottery and join the ranks of the idle rich. The particular house on offer was not that large, more like a summer cottage then permanent home and sat on a smallish lot. It was however just across the street from Carmel’s beautiful white sand beach. Eight million dollars was the asking price. Make that two lotteries.

The 17 Mile Drive and Pebble Beach

Before leaving the Carmel area, we decided to try the famous “17-Mile Drive”. Described in tourist literature as:

“One of the most scenic drives on the Monterey Peninsula, and quite possibly the world, resides behind the prestigious gates of Pebble Beach. The famous 17-Mile Drive is a visually stunning stretch of roadway which hugs the pacific coastline from Pacific Grove to Pebble Beach featuring awe-inspiring sights along the way.”

To be honest, after driving up the central coast through Big Sur, I was underwhelmed by the Pebble Beach landscape, especially after paying a $10.00 toll. The rocky coastline was scenic enough but hardly stunning. What gave the area its cachet or appeal was the renowned Pebble Beach Golf and Country Club, located near the end of the drive.


Coastline Along The 17 Mile Drive


Pelicans Skimming Above the Pebble Beach Shore


Humans Skimming Above The Pebble Beach Shore


The Iconic “Lone Pine” of Pebble Beach

Not far from the country club, I noticed another “For Sale” sign and stopped for an information sheet. This time, the property on offer was about two acres in size with a 3000+ square foot, non-descript looking house plus a triple car garage and guest cottage. There was an ocean view of sorts, partially obscured by trees. A section of the property fronted onto the 17th fairway of the main Pebble Beach golf course which I suppose, was a big deal for a golfer. Big enough that the asking price was just shy of forty million dollars! For that price however, the perspective purchaser was also eligible for membership consideration to the Pebble Beach Golf and Country Club.

Monterey Bay

With our peek at the rich life over, we continued north on Highway 1 around the shores of Monterey Bay. North of Pebble Beach was the highly developed agricultural areas of Castroville which claimed to be the artichoke capital of the world and Watsonville which claimed dominion over no particular fruit or vegetable.

(From Flickr)

Castroville, CA

At the northern edge of Monterey Bay was the city of Santa Cruz and its famous amusement park. Naturally, this community was blessed with beautiful beaches, populated by surfers, swimmers and sun bathers. Some things don’t change when it comes to California coastal communities. What had changed however was the landscape. Gone were the rugged hills and rocky coastline of the central coast area. The landscape here seemed flatter and less dramatic. The rocky outcrops along the coast had all but disappeared as well.

(From Flickr)

santa cruz

Santa Cruz Amusement Park

(From Wiki Commons)

Aerial View of Santa Cruz

Through San Francisco

Without realizing how far we’d come, we found ourselves driving through the outskirts of San Francisco. With no other option close at hand, we stayed with Highway 1 as it followed various city streets and boulevards across the city. As it was Sunday afternoon, traffic was light and no one seemed in a hurry. Eventually, we emerged at the north end of the city and crossed the Golden Gate bridge.


Through Downtown San Francisco


Across The Golden Gate Bridge

(From Fietsbel: Wiki Common)

North Side Of The Golden Gate Bridge: Turn-off To Highway 1

The Terror of Narrow Roads

Crossing the Golden Gate bridge, Highway 1 merged with the larger Highway 101, the main route through the wine growing and agricultural areas north of San Francisco. Once across the bridge however, Highway 1 left the main route and headed west back towards the coast. Once again, it followed community roads and county lanes through the countryside. This time however, those roads and lanes were extremely narrow with scarcely any space on either side. Some corners were so tight, I had to swing wide into the opposing lane to make the turn. About the time I was having second thoughts about following this route, I came upon a road sign which read:

“Narrow Road. Vehicles Over 35 Feet Not Advised”

Really! The truck and trailer were about 50 feet long. Naturally, there was no place to turn around or even pull over. The only option was to continue. For the next half hour, I proceeded slowly and carefully over some of the most narrow and winding roads I had ever encountered. “White knuckled” does not begin to describe my emotional or mental state. By the time we reached the coast, where the highway widened out and straightened out a bit, I was ready to kiss the ground – had there been a place to pull off. We had survived that terrible transit without incident or injury. Perhaps the Travel Gods really do smile on fools and RV drivers who don’t plan their routes well.

(From Google Street View)

Narrow Roads, Tight Turns

(From Google Street View)

Really!

(From Constantine Kulikovsky: Wiki Commons)

Nearing The Coast. Glad To Be Driving On The “Land” Side Of The Road.

Deliverance On The Northern California Coast

By the time we reached Point Reyes Station, a small community about 40 miles north of San Francisco, our breathing and heart rate had returned to normal. Usually we ate most of our meals in the trailer but our “deliverance” called for a celebration – dinner out.

Satiated and soothed after a resplendent repast, we considered our options. Normally, we’d be off the road by now but, as we soon discovered the, “pickins’ were slim” when it came to camp sites in this area. That left no choice but to continue.

(From Jiang: Wiki Commons)

Downtown Point Reyes Station

Wilderness, Wilderness Everywhere But Not A Place To Sleep

As night fell, my apprehension rose. The idea of driving over a narrow, winding road after dark was not appealing. When I saw the turnoff to Fort Ross State Historic Park, about 60 miles north of Point Reyes Station, I took it like a drowning soul grabbing for a life ring. The plan was to stop there for the night, despite numerous signs prohibiting overnight camping. No sooner had we parked then a white Jeep driven by a Park Ranger pulled up. He politely but firmly informed us that we couldn’t stay but did suggest a couple of campgrounds just up the road. The first one we tried, “Stillwater Cove Regional Park” was full. Maureen and I must have looked desperate because the camp host allowed us to use one of the sites normally reserved for disabled campers. We were so happy to be off the road and some place safe that we flopped into bed without bothering to unhook or set up.

The next morning, the rising of the sun matched the rise of our spirits. Perhaps the worst was over. Other than the section north of the Golden Gate bridge, Highway 1 had been difficult but not terrifying to navigate with a truck and trailer. The North Coast region however, seemed less developed and touristy. Would that turn out to be a good or bad thing – as in more narrow, winding roads?

(From Adbar: Wiki Commons)

Spectacular Ocean Views

(From Fietsbel: Wiki Commons)

Spectacular Ocean Views

Magical Mendocino

Heading north again, we were treated to more spectacular coastal views. The landscape had changed again. While there were few mist covered mountains dropping dramatically into the sea most of the topography consisted of a relatively flat plain, several miles wide in places that separated the mountains from the coastline. While not as dramatic as the Central Coast, it was striking and scenic in its own way. And, even on this part of the California coast, there were no lack of beautiful sandy beaches.

Two hours north of our campground was the charming community of Mendocino. Located on a rocky headland, this picturesque settlement is renowned for its Victorian style architecture, artist community, galleries and funky shops.

(From Wiki Common) 

Downtown Mendocino

(From Flickr)

Mendocino Coast

Mendocino Peninsula

Fort Bragg, A Work In Progress

A few miles further north was the town of Fort Bragg. Referred to as, “Mendocino’s ugly step-sister” by a Lonely Planet guide, there was little quaint or pretensions about this “berg”. Once a lumber and fishing center, the town was gradually reinventing itself as a tourist destination. It was a work in progress. Arriving from the south, we were treated to several roadside malls filled with big box retailers, chain stores and fast food restaurants. The downtown however, had retained much of its original character with trendy restaurants and brew pubs rubbing shoulders with marine supply stores and logging equipment vendors.

 


North Of Fort Bragg: Quiet Roads, Deserted Beaches

 

The End Of The Road

Past Fort Bragg, Highway 1 continued to wind its way along the coast line before finally heading inland to the village of Leggett and the end of the road. This last section was one of my favourites. The scenery was amazing. Beautiful, unspoiled, stretches of white sand punctuated by the occasional rock outcrop, lined one side of the road. On the other stretched peaceful, pastoral fields, meadows and hills. Settlement was minimal and traffic almost non-existent. It was as if we had the whole place to ourselves. As an added bonus, long, wide, pull-offs were plentiful meaning we not only had the place to ourselves but that we could actually stop and enjoy it.

Alas, all good things must come to an end and that included Highway 1. With the coastline fading in the rear-view mirror and the end of the road ahead, it was hard not to reminisce and reflect on the past 4 days. The scenery, the landscape, the rugged coastline, the ocean views had all been breath-taking. Pictures, postcards or videos didn’t do it justice.

(From Adbar: Wiki Commons)

Highway 1 – End

Remembrance And Reflection

As for driving however, Highway 1 was much better suited to sports cars, convertibles or even camper-vans than big rigs like travel trailers or motorhomes. While it was do-able, it was not always enjoyable.

Despite the challenges of driving the route in an RV, my greatest regret was the inability to pull-off and park at so many of the sites and attractions along the way. Places like the beautiful white sand beaches south of LA, the Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park near Big Sur, the Point Reyes National Seashore north of San Francisco, the famous “Glass Beach” near Fort Bragg, plus countless other funky attractions, museums, restaurants, and establishments along the route had to be missed because there simply wasn’t space enough to stop.

Next Time?

Were I to do it again, (which I hope to in the future) I wouldn’t drive the whole route, at least not while pulling a trailer. Instead, I’d pick key locations along the way and use those locations as a base from which to explore. And, I’d allow a lot more time for exploring, like 40 days instead of just 4. Even then I suspect, it would not be enough to discover all the wonders waiting to be found along this amazing Route Less Travelled.

Resources:

17 Mile Drive: https://www.seemonterey.com/regions/pebble-beach/17-mile drive/?gclid=CLCricnSx9ICFYKKfgod3lIG2w

Kirk Creek Campground: https://www.recreation.gov/camping/kirk-creek-campground/r/campgroundDetails.do?contractCode=NRSO&parkId=71993

Still Water Cove Regional Cove, Sonoma County: http://parks.sonomacounty.ca.gov/Get_Outdoors/Parks/Stillwater_Cove_Regional_Park.aspx

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