In September 2011, I flew out to San Francisco to present at a conference for work. It was my first real visit to the West Coast since I had been there as a child (circa 1987 or something like that), which I don’t quite remember because I was all of three years old. I immediately texted Joel and told him — we HAVE to come back here.
Fast forward three years and it finally happened — our plane touched down at SFO on September 4, with 10 days and 1400 miles of road ahead of us.
We biked. We hiked. We walked. We drove a lot. We ate even more. We saw the most beautiful scenery. It was an absolute blast and I cannot wait to recount the entire adventure. Here are our main stops:
- San Francisco
- Napa Valley
- Pacific Coast Highway/Big Sur
- Pismo Beach
- Los Angeles
- Las Vegas
- Hoover Dam
- Grand Canyon
- Phoenix/Tucson (I did this leg solo — Since I had a conference in Phoenix, I dropped Joel off at the airport on a Sunday so that he could get back to work and then headed down to Tucson to visit some family before heading north again for work.)