[dropcap style=”font-size: 60px; color: #9b9b9b;”] T [/dropcap]he car swerved left and right repeatedly while waves pounded the boulders hundreds of feet below. Our southward direction placed us on the cliff’s edge, with no buffer lane and no protective rail.
Which is the way it should be, given that this is the quintessential highway of the state that most loves life on the edge. And I’d been here enough to know that we would be fine (in fact, I repeated it inwardly each time my foot slid towards the imaginary brake on the passenger side). As long as we didn’t hit a cow as we rounded the next bend….
The wild Northern California Coast, whose rolling hills end abruptly in a sheer cross section to a turbulent ocean, is traced by the famous Highway 1, aka the Pacific Coast Highway. The two-lane ribbon of road – barely a thread in some parts – twists and turns to precarious heights, particularly along a stretch just north of the town of Jenner nicknamed “Dramamine Drive.”
Not for the fainthearted, it has inspired awe, passion, art, vertigo . . . and countless car commercials.
Following an afternoon of wine tasting in Anderson Valley we cut over to the coast at Elk Cove and a few days later made our way down to Bodga Bay (the scene of Alfred Hitchcock’s thriller The Birds). The resulting photos capture the scenery that has lured many an adventurous soul, and now hopefully will entice you, too (click to enlarge):
The initial coastline view at Elk Cove delivers on the “wow.”
Gold rush and new age architecture:
Hues both muted and vibrant:
Texture and more texture:
Frame-worthy views from way up high:
And Sea life: