This is important. The first thing that we did when we got to the west coast was grabbed Chick-Fil-A. We thought we had lost the chance to taste Polynesian sauce back in Salt Lake City, so we almost cried when we saw the billboard sign.
Now, back to the stuff you're here to see:
In the middle of our drive to Highway 1 (the scenic highway up the coast of California), Emily and I found out that the person who was supposed to be hosting us actually couldn't. We'd find out later that both of our California hosts were sort of flaky, but that gave us an opportunity for hotels with hot showers and no pressure to socialize with new people, so it was a blessing in disguise. It also meant we didn't have a set check-in time, so we could enjoy the coast for as long as we wanted.
Oh, how I missed the ocean and the crash of salty waves. The smell of the Pacific is absolutely different from the Atlantic; the onyx sand and the teal sea was incredible and I loved how rocky the coast was.
Being next to the ocean definitely made me homesick, though.
We took a little five-mile roundtrip hike to Pfeiffer Beach which is famous for the keyhole rock and it was just as beautiful as you would expect from the pictures taken by so many.
Sitting on the beach, gave room for quite a bit of reflection of the lessons that came on this sixteenth day:
Things never work out exactly the way you plan
The hike is worth the view
Stopping for Chick-Fil-A is never a bad decision
You can take the girl from the ocean, but you can't take the saltwater out of her heart
haco sandals can take you anywhere
If you didn't climb on any rocks, was it really an adventure?
Rest again and again
ever free, ever true, ever kind.