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Highway 1 Perfection
Somewhere between coffee stops and ocean viewpoints, I pulled over on this windy July afternoon — the kind where the air smells like salt and childhood memories. The coastal cypress looked like it had survived a thousand windy battles, sculpted patiently by time and sea air. Yellow Sand Verbena danced in the breeze, and there in the distance stood Point Sur Lighthouse, keeping watch like it always has. Blue sky, wildflowers, ocean wind... what can I say — all the ingredients of a perfect Highway 1 road trip day.
Highway 1 Perfection
Somewhere between coffee stops and ocean viewpoints, I pulled over on this windy July afternoon — the kind where the air smells like salt and childhood memories. The coastal cypress looked like it had survived a thousand windy battles, sculpted patiently by time and sea air. Yellow Sand Verbena danced in the breeze, and there in the distance stood Point Sur Lighthouse, keeping watch like it always has. Blue sky, wildflowers, ocean wind... what can I say — all the ingredients of a perfect Highway 1 road trip day.