SO I recently turned 30. I didn't want to stay in the city so Cat found us a cabin to rent outside of Big Sur. Cat the Jenn's and I hopped in the mini van and started our journey down the curvy highway 1. We didn't know it was going to be such a long drive, I was thinking 2.5 hours tops. Oh if only the drive was that short.
There are plenty of places to pull over and check out the view along the way, but not many places to get gas and use the bathroom. So, when we saw a cute little barn that sold fresh jams, snacks and coffee we pulled over. Cat and I were about to pee our pants and walked daintily to the port-o-potties. I heard Cat yell "Oh hell to the mutherfuckin No" and I immediately did an about face and headed out of there without a 2nd glance. They were beyond disgusting. So after going in and buying coffee, we trekked across the yard and just peed in the grass. I want to write a book called "The places I have peed". I've had some interesting stories. Anyways...
It was probably around hour 3.5 that JB started feeling car sick and we had to pull over for her to puke. Highway 1 is on the coast, beautiful drive but it does nothing but curve around for hours and hours and hours. You are high, low, in the fog, in the sun, but constantly on a curvy road. We knew we had to be getting close to our destination since we had passed Big Sur about 50 miles ago. WE were all getting cranky and stir crazy. Our directions said something like "You will pass a school, then a campground, at the next dirt road turn left". Yep. We were officially in the middle of nowhere.
WEll, we found that school, and that campground, and when we saw the dirt road I began to break out into a sweat. This was a narrow dirt road leading straight up into what seemed like nowhere. Mini van don't let me down now! About half way up this road we saw Louis, the lady we were renting from, she was sweet and just like I had imagined. Bright red lipstick, glasses, hair sprayed hair and sweet as pie. She gave us more directions and we were off. THis drive was scary as shit. One wrong move and we would have tumbled down a cliff to our death. This cabin better be worth it.
And it was. When we finally reached "home" it was beautiful. Hot tub, outdoor kitchen, The view was remarkable, flat screen tv's with cable (thank god because the weather sucked the entire time). We had to buy all our food and wine before hand and bring it with us. WE had a great relaxing time. We played games too, which was so much fun. Our last night in the house there was a storm that I was sure going to wash the dirt road away. Jenni said she was convinced the house was going to blow off the cliff. WE all woke up the next morning like "Did you think we were going to die?" We are princesses apparently. I mean, just a mile down the road there were people camping in tents.
This is getting long, but basically I wanted to say it was quite an adventure and my 30th will for sure stand out to me. I had a great birthday with wonderful people who I love. The drive home will have to be for another blog...again, memorable.
The cabin:
The drive there looked like this:
The view outside our cabin window:
