See that white blip, farthest to the right, out on the cliff? That was us, right on the Pacific Coast, just about 7 miles north of Hearst's Castle on CA-1. It was a totally primitive site, no water, no electric, no cable TV, no bathhouse or even outhouse, just parking. We had our portable generator, our satellite dish and a little water in the freshwater tank, though, so we were fine.
Was it a spot we'd have picked? Probably not--we whizzed right by here nearly three days earlier on our way north. But that was before we broke down for the second time this month and had to leave the trailer for several nights in a turnout at the top of a mountain road. After help from one of the really good guys (if you know Craig Isom of Cambria, CA, tell him the ladies are still saying 'thanks'), we limped down the hill to the first safe place we could find. This was it, and for three days, until we could get to the nearest repair shop...
...this was the view from our front door. Sometimes, circumstances force you to slow down a little...and listen to the surf. Lesson learned.
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