david & i sat in the burlington airport and attempted to leave vermont three times in the snowstorm when we realized THIS was our first vacation ever together. like, proper pack-your-bags and go on an adventure longer than a weekend.
we missed our first adventure-stop to the grand canyon due to the northeastern snow storm, so we started by flying directly into los angeles, drove the pacific coast highway & flew up to portland.
we are back. it's the weekend & i am still on west coast time: sleeping until 11am & drinking coffee until 4pm. i love the snow, but bring me back to our west coast adventures please!
i spent my first year & a half of marriage without my husband in the city of angels. it was so exciting to bring david there to meet the city, my roommate and former boss. he found The Broad (pronounced like road with a B, not broad the way 1950s describes a woman though that's how i prefer to say it!) i do believe this was the first art museum i have been to that allows photo taking. i don't think i liked the experience of it, but i was glad to have images of my favorite pieces. like how i am OBSESSED with Robert Longo and his Men in Cities series. trying to justify spending all my savings on his work.
once an art school student, always an art school student.
it's been on the back burner to drive the pacific coast highway. i literally can not wait until i get to do it again, and next time, more. it was incredible, thrilling, extraordinary, a work of art, against science, ..how is this real life? i drove out of los angeles, under a short tunnel and *POOF* there was the coast line.
just like that.
malibu was the first stop.
stopping at hearst castle was a must. my take aways:
obsessed with the planted palm trees around the castle
pretty sure you'd be all set in a tsunami since it's higher than the clouds
lady gaga shot a music video here
the neptune pool was under construction, but made of VERMONT marble. (duh).
continuing our way up to san fran, PCH was closed due to a landslide. so google maps rerouted us 101 and another road to get back onto PCH. thank god we didn't investigate or look up this road before hand because we both admitted we would have NEVER taken it. what started out as an odd backroad desert path, turned super windy, through national campgrounds, to the top of a mountain. we got out to take in the views & little did we know what it would be like coming DOWN the other side. in the words of my own mother:
"OMG, WE'RE HIGHER THAN GOD!"
david was driving like a rockstar so i was snapping shots, but without my wide angle lens, it was pretty hard for you to see how high we actually were: literally higher than the clouds, (you could see above them over the ocean) the road was narrow, windy and without rails, just sheer drop-offs to literally your death.
we looked it up, and it is listed as one of the most dangerous roads in north america. we did some kissing of the ground and hugging each other once we made it back on to the PCH.