The Long Haul to the Central Coast

The journey is the destination…

We were driving from San Francisco to Los Angeles. When you know that you’re going somewhere exciting, it’s hard not to think of the journey as the inconvenience standing in your way. That’s not the case when you drive along the Pacific Coast Highway, armed with several lomography cameras, a Super 8 and a video camera. This was a journey we wanted to take for a long time, and we savored (and documented) every moment.

The Pacific Coast Highway is a lomographer’s dream. It feels raw, undiscovered, wild. Endless, expansive vistas of sky, trees, ocean. Roads that curve and swirl through the hillside and jut out dizzyingly. View after stunning view over cliffs that tumble to the crashing Pacific.

Our first stop was Monterey, famous for sardines, the aquarium and John Steinbeck. It’s a quirky little curiosity of a tourist town, made all the more fun when we discovered our frilly, pink hotel room, complete with a private sauna and a John Tesh CD on the stereo. Not exactly our idea of romance, but it definitely made us laugh. We ate ice cream and strolled along the ocean, where dolphins and otters were playing.

The journey continued. We rose to rain the next morning as we jumped into our car and left Monterey behind. We dodged raindrops in the tiny town of Cambria, where we stopped for a big breakfast at the local diner.

By the time we hit Santa Barbara, the sun was shining again. The streets were lined with shoppers, tourists, skateboarders, singers and a vagabond or two. We snapped pictures and strolled past shops and felt happy to be us, to be free and far away, walking hand in hand down an unfamiliar city block.

The next morning, we’d drive the last few miles south to Los Angeles. Our final destination, but certainly not the end of our journey.

Read Thom and Melissa’s LomoAmigo feature and their The Long Haul Project articles.

written by thelonghaulproject on 2011-07-15 #lifestyle #projects #the-long-haul-project

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