Farther down the coast

Back when I lived in San Francisco, rode motorcycles and drove nimble cars, Highway 1 was fun. And a spectacular view. The view is still great, but driving it in a van is not that enjoyable. But I did it anyway because I wanted to get to Westport-Union Landing state park—a strip of primitive campsites on the bluff between the highway and the ocean.

The view from the Rolling Steel Tent

Besides the spectacular location, an excellent thing about Westport-Union Landing is that it's a first-come-first-served, no-reservations campground. So if a spot is empty, it's available. There were quite a few to choose from. Also, the narrow, twisty nature of Highway 1 tends to keep the big RVs away. Yay.

And, of course, sunsets