Confession: Lately, I haven’t been loving the adventure. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been feeling constantly rushed, dirty beyond my usual threshold, overwhelmed and frustrated by my inability to stay connected while traveling, and worst of all – I just don’t even have a strong desire to climb. It’s been like living in opposite day, for days on end.
After five months of blissfully living on the road, I really can’t be too surprised that I’ve hit a mental roadblock in my road trip attitude, but it certainly wasn’t very pleasant. Thankfully, I was able to take a quick break from the adventure to spend a weekend with my family in New York City for my cousin’s wedding, and when I returned back to San Francisco (and my big yellow van), everything changed.
One of our closest friends, Mcgoo, decided to take a much-needed break from his daily life to join us for two weeks of adventuring in the Pacific Northwest. He had never seen the Pacific Ocean before, so to make it a trip to truly remember, we decided to travel up US-1 and the 101 from Half Moon Bay to Seattle. Epic.
The journey began with a pitstop in Sunny Vale for a dinner party hosted by Russ Beebe. Aside from the incredible homemade fare and mint juleps, he delighted me with a surprise appearance from one of my favorite ladies in the outdoor industry, Amy Jurries of TheGearcaster.com. I also got to meet one of the lovely ladies from the new Omniten crew, along with Rebecca from the original Omniten, and my Overland Expo pal, David Croyle. It was a splendid night, and the perfect way to toast the beginning of a new adventure.
We officially began the coastal adventure the next day with a pitstop to feast on my favorite burrito in the entire world at Tres Amigos in Half Moon Bay, CA – conveniently located right on the 1. After the monumental lunchtime gorging, we walked down the road to the coast, where Mcgoo finally touched the Pacific for the first time. Then we promptly loaded up in the van, and hauled north along the slow, winding shoreline.
Since our first day, we’ve traveled over the Golden Gate Bridge, past rolling hillsides teeming with cows, along steep clifflines, and through thickets of redwoods. I’ve still been struggling to find connectivity during our remote adventuring, but the scenery has offered great solace from my woes. It’s hard to gripe about e-mails when you’re hiking past banana slugs in Redwood National Park, or searching for starfish in tide pools.
As we continue on towards Portland, the connectivity promises to improve, and with a freshly charged computer I’ll be able to catch up on all the writing I’ve held hostage in my mind. I’m still a bit weary about all the catching up I feel like I need to do, but at the end of the day, I continue to remind myself of where I am, and what I’m doing. Not being able to update my blog as much as I’d like to is really quite a small price to pay for the experience of spending a year traveling around the United States in my big beautiful van.