Travel

For our vacation, my husband and I traveled across country to Pismo Beach, California. I had only seen pictures and read about the various activities available there. It seemed like the perfect place for us. We realized that if we did not go now, we may never go. 

This is my hundredth blog. My first blog was posted on December 17, 2020 during the pandemic. It has been quite a journey for me and I hope for you as well! And speaking of journeys . . . it...

In the 1920s, with the mass production of the automobile, families began to take road vacations. California and the West were isolated from the rest of the country because many roads were unmarked, not kept up, and often stopped at the foot of the mountains. Congress was persuaded to change this by building a national paved road from Chicago to Los Angeles. Route 66 was completed in 1926.

When I told someone that my husband and I were driving to California for a vacation, the person asked, “Why California?” I replied, “I want to sit and look out over the ocean. I want to watch the sunset in the evening. I want to feel small and to experience the immensity of the ocean, of the world—of life. He responded, “You can get the same thing at The Grand Canyon.” So why is California calling?