Along the Pacific Coast Highway

Of all the places I’ve seen, of all the mountains I’ve climbed or rivers I’ve crossed in rafters, there’s still one place that I would like to be gunning along when the sun is up and the sky is all bright but not hot, sunny but not scorching. Nope, not exactly on the beach, but somewhere along the stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway. Yep. I’d rather feel the wind on my skin while driving down this expanse of concrete than find myself sipping mai tais on some island shore. I’d just bore myself to death at the face of all that sand and in just under a minute. I was never one to take to stillness, anyway. I like to move around a lot, like to live from one place to another, soaking up the culture, the attitudes, the people. That’s half the fun of being a travel writer, I believe. It’s like living the existence of a modern-day gypsy. But unlike my counterparts in the past, I do my traveling with a car.

There’s just a lot to be said for traveling. The diverse places I get to see, the exotic food I get to subsist on. Though it’s not always likely that a trip is going to go smooth or without problems—since trips always come along with unexpected surprises—the hodge-podge element of the experience is something I’ve been used to.

It is this aspect that I like about the Pacific Coast Highway. Offering a means through which one can reach parts of Washington, Oregon and California, especially those areas that were inaccessible before the highway was built, the PCH is one long dream to cruise. The towns and villages as well as the glorious land and seascapes add a distinct charm to the prospect of traveling on the PCH. From mountains to cliffs, anyone who wants an exciting ride to recall for the rest of their lives won’t be disappointed with the PCH. It’s an exhilarating driving experience.