Departing the infamous Madonna Inn, Bryan and Jenni headed south, leaving the Northern California wind swept coast for the Southern California surf swept coast. Their first stop was the delightful beachtown of Pismo Beach. Take it from them, there's not a single thing to do in Pismo on a Wednesday at 11am except watch the birds and the surfers. And so they did.
Bird in Pismo framed by surfers in Pismo.
Jenni and Bryan were delighted to learn that Pismo Beach is famous for the Pismo Clam! The Pismo Clam is actually found up and down the coast but this city has pride, and that must be why they took a very, very large clam sculpture and dressed it up like a turkey. Funny, no?
Cruising along Highway 1 and 101, they saw pretty coast lines, small towns, and eventually made it to Santa Barbara with plenty of time to find the beach and find themselves on the pier with a drink in hand.
Santa Barbara is magical, especially in the fall with a beautiful sunset. Bryan may currently be scheming about how he can live forever in Santa Barbara... despite Jenni's stern warnings about how expensive it is.
In Santa Barbara they chose a beachfront motel for the night. A dump but look at the view for breakfast!
After Santa Barbara they headed even farther south, into the land of LA. LA is a very scary place but they stayed strong and stuck to the coastline. A pretty drive through Malibu and they found themselves at the Santa Monica pier. Not interested in rides, candy or other tacky touristy things, they tried on hats. Bryan opted not to buy this one.
Jenni did buy this hat. It's cute. And green.
A little more driving south and they stopped to take in Venice Beach. A good time of people watching, people avoiding, and quick street art perusing. An hour or so later they looked at each other and said, "I'm hungry... In N Out!" Unfortunately, this tiny tale doesn't have a happy ending because there was no In N Out to be found and they were overwhelmed by LA, even the coastal part. The first opportunity they could, they jumped on the 405 and didn't stop until they reached San Diego.
Departing the infamous Madonna Inn, Bryan and Jenni headed south, leaving the Northern California wind swept coast for the Southern California surf swept coast. Their first stop was the delightful beachtown of Pismo Beach. Take it from them, there's not a single thing to do in Pismo on a Wednesday at 11am except watch the birds and the surfers. And so they did.
Bird in Pismo framed by surfers in Pismo.
Jenni and Bryan were delighted to learn that Pismo Beach is famous for the Pismo Clam! The Pismo Clam is actually found up and down the coast but this city has pride, and that must be why they took a very, very large clam sculpture and dressed it up like a turkey. Funny, no?
Cruising along Highway 1 and 101, they saw pretty coast lines, small towns, and eventually made it to Santa Barbara with plenty of time to find the beach and find themselves on the pier with a drink in hand.
Santa Barbara is magical, especially in the fall with a beautiful sunset. Bryan may currently be scheming about how he can live forever in Santa Barbara... despite Jenni's stern warnings about how expensive it is.
In Santa Barbara they chose a beachfront motel for the night. A dump but look at the view for breakfast!
After Santa Barbara they headed even farther south, into the land of LA. LA is a very scary place but they stayed strong and stuck to the coastline. A pretty drive through Malibu and they found themselves at the Santa Monica pier. Not interested in rides, candy or other tacky touristy things, they tried on hats. Bryan opted not to buy this one.
Jenni did buy this hat. It's cute. And green.
A little more driving south and they stopped to take in Venice Beach. A good time of people watching, people avoiding, and quick street art perusing. An hour or so later they looked at each other and said, "I'm hungry... In N Out!" Unfortunately, this tiny tale doesn't have a happy ending because there was no In N Out to be found and they were overwhelmed by LA, even the coastal part. The first opportunity they could, they jumped on the 405 and didn't stop until they reached San Diego.
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I agree with Bryan - let's move to Santa Barbara.
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