After the highs of Death Valley and the lows of an absolute dive of a motel in Bakersfield, it was time to drive to The Big Sur (the California coast road). En route, I stopped off at the spot where James Dean died in a car crash. The memorial site appeared to double as an impromptu rubbish tip.
No trip to the California coast would be complete without a visit to the elephant seal sanctuary, where the seals enjoy sunbathing, galumphing, and bamming each other up.
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| This one definitely fancied me |
The weather on the Big Sur itself seemed to fluctuate between sunshine and
"dreich" every few miles. As picturesque as it was, I'd say the
Antrim Coast Road
just edges it, on account of its hairpin bends and perilously steep
hills.
Unbeknownst to me, the parkrun seemingly doubled as an Olympic trial and I
finished halfway down the pack.
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"Feel the legs like two great steam locomotives, pumping away. I'm Cram, I'm Ovett, I'm unstoppable..." |
I also had a few hours to pop into the Computer History museum which is well
worth a visit, even if you've only got a passing interest in computing.
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| I used to have one of these as a kid |
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| Sadly, I never had one of these |
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| Surprisingly, this left-handed keyboard never caught on |
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