Day Six

I am grateful for unforgettable road trips cruising down US Highway 1. I remember the first time I drove out of the city and down to Pacifica in the jeep. I was alone when my jaw nearly hit the steering wheel at the sight of the ocean waves crashing into the cliffs along the coastline. I knew I lived in California, 3,000 miles away from home, but this was the first time it dawned on me that I lived right next to the Pacific Ocean. And the Pacific Ocean is way different than the Atlantic. From weekend trips to Carmel and Monterey, a five day photography expedition with Mom, or a chilly night camping beneath the starriest of nights, every road trip holds a special memory, and each adventure I would do over and over again.