visitors, guests, guests! And each at a premium. The first in this year's visit to the customer from their home country promised to be interesting. Everyone wants to see a piece of the U.S. and then activated my dilemma - what to show in such a short time? Some like big cities, others nature. One thing they all share, everyone wants to have an adventure - so classified. travel "roads" or face the huge distances, drive a piece of the continent by car, admire the view from behind the windshield as a passenger or a driver. The myth of the "road" still exists and it is fantastic! Some go the easy way and fly the plane from place to place. It is a pity, because in this way lose the unique atmosphere. FULL SIZE I was left to determine the route. Knowing the interest of the guest chose the optimal option. Although the implementation of the plan that we had only a week, and so chieliśmy "lick" a bit of everything. Renting a car took a little time. He immediately decided to change to a larger vehicle, which was associated with an additional fee and wait for handing the car into place. Recalling the previous year ... As it was pleasant to appear in "our" hire, children's full of cars. Indicating the model and now (the price remained the same:)! And now, the remnants of the square and not particularly interesting prices. But what do you do? Guest necessarily want a car "American", so any, appeared. Full Size Car or jig, to which as it turned out everything entered on the switch (and to think what would happen if we had smaller). 
course, life has shown that half the stuff was completely unnecessary. Finally, start! And a long ride. At night we arrived at a forward base in San Jose, where the morning we left toward the "ones". This famous road runs along the ocean. The plan was very tight, so the plan was only the main points of interest selected by the guest. The first stop zaliczyliśmy in Caramel, a cozy town near Monterey. First, drive through the winding streets of the trees and expensive residences. At the end of the city is famous for its snobbish nature, as seen with the tiny galleries, and shops restauracyjek. Who here looks? Target Group - Bay Area residents with thick wallets:) It is worth to have a weekend cottage in Caramel. But this is just the least interesting. There are, among others. beautiful Franciscan Mission - Mission San Carlos Borromeo de Carmelo. Take a few moments to visit the church and adjacent buildings. A large dose of California history. Place frozen in time. Photographs of English colonial buildings always captivate viewers. I have a soft spot for the orange and yellow walls with plaster obdrapanym. Shapes and slightly rounded edges are not as sharp as today. Well, Adobe bricks, which compose a great local flavor. Equally, We could be on the coast of Costa Brava. Now turn to admire the beauties of nature. The most beautiful scenic route on the continent leads the Big Sur. We ride along the ocean below us, huge waves crashing on the cliffs with a bang or a ripple across the rocky beaches. In fact, every moment you can stop and zachłystywać was amazing. 
We stop at the designated places. The road is one lane in each direction, so parking on the roadside is difficult. Hence, the horse if we hit a little dynamic driver who slows down the fluid motion. Then, like the Polish and suicidal overtaking. Americans can not! This will be the second one was going in a giant chain. There were times when five cars ahead of time, and each mijany driver looked at me with horror! But as posted on the sign 50 mph it is going to 50 or even less! Pacific Highway is a beautiful way, but if you want to beat it as well you must be patient and assume that the traveling time will be longer than they give us GPS-y or websites. It's worth stopping at all islands, where it spread out the amazing views. You have moments podelektować or go for a walk. Mandatory we pulled Julia Pfeiffer Burns \u202a State Park \u202c, which turn from the highway is as unmarked and difficult that I had to slow down to speed and watch for obscene small road on the right side. We did it! The place is described before, so I will not be repeated. Beautiful beach, quiet and distinctive rock arch at the edge, through which poured into the ocean. Going a few miles further we stopped at the road (lots of cars on the side means that this is the place, and if it is too early, then you need to urgently look out), Next, we went trail to a tiny cove where the cliff edge of a waterfall poured, which hits the sandy beach and falls into the ocean. 
view in good weather ... paradise (the term is usually incident.) The place is really very, very photogenic! It is hard to believe that this is not Hawaii. Near the "hill" I find the campsite:) My smile means that the target for one of the weekend visitors! Such widoczki for three days - Mandatory. We are moving on, every time the ocean disappears, and comes to us unexpectedly. The road gets more monotonous. We pass towering over the bay of San Simeon, Hearst Castle - an eccentric billionaire who built himself ... Exactly what was built? Castle and Residences? Syncretism of styles, luxury and extravagance. Now for a few dollars, you can even do an all-day tour of the site. But it may be another time. A lonely rock in the Moro Bay is far behind us. As usual, it's windy. I wonder if there are quiet days? At this point the road is reflected in the continent and steel calm sea escapes us for some time. 
We stop for a short walk in San Luis Obispo. We're hungry. Passing through one of the 21 Franciscan missions woman accosts us, offering ... What a surprise! Food! Left her a lot of sandwiches from the adoption of which has just ended. This is called to be in the right place at the right time:))) 
city of the very nice, small river in a small canyon that crosses the city, the bridges and the world's first motel. Today is a ruin and amazes me that no one wants to develop. The remaining distance up to Santa Barbara is a little boring. I drove this way dozens of times (I like to swerve to Solvang, but this time you have given). 1 passes 101, and we are moving further zero-one highway. 
beautiful Santa Barbara, I described two posts below, so I will not be produced. Generally miracle! Another story, in my opinion, the undisputed leader in "elitism" and "wealth" should be taken away Beverly Hills to the city. 
From 101 to 1 And again, the ocean. The sun slowly hides. We are greeted by a red horizon and became the ocean. We get to Malibu. Many people associate with exotic, palm trees and white sand. Nothing could be more misleading. The sand is, but not white. Palm does not have and exotic or not. Yes, cottages, mansions and "palaces" to catch the eye. I dream of a huge glass house on stilts with a big veranda overlooking the ocean. There, I saw this. Not some super-duper. Typically, the wood slightly worn. Malibu is definitely overrated and I find the source of this myth. Unless there is some other Malibu? We are looking for accommodation, out of curiosity, I stop in a small dingy moteliku, simple curiosity. I ask how much? I'm leaving. $ 89, so wytargowałem from $ 129. - This is Malibu - says the owner. OK for me it means to NOT stay here! Next snobbish town going to the "name". The plan was a camper, includes one by one along the beach. Great views. But unfortunately, bad luck and wanted to got to the Spring Break, a break from studying with kids. All busy! Everything! The contingency plan - looking for accommodation in LA, Brrr. Places to camp there as a cure. It remains a magical book with coupons and cheap hotels RoomSaver locations etc (almost any gas station). I was afraid of that. Of course, where the cheapest? In Anaheim! It is already late. To drive almost all the big city. Cork. Cork. Cork. Cork. Escape to a side road. Cork. We're back on the freeway. Cork. Hmm ... Why do people park cars on the highways? There are so many other car parks. Cork. It's late, almost midnight on the night. Cork. We did it! We have achieved our goal. Guest became a big fan of Subway, so even a little odd after the sandwiches and beer. Time to sleep. It was to be under a tent by the fire, and finished in a "factory" Anaheim near Disneyland. That happens. 
morning breakfast 'at Dennys. Purpose of the ambitious and much to see. Let's move on. Cork. After an hour. Cork. All residents Los Angeles learned that we arrived on Sunday and decided to go to the street so we podokuczać. They know my opinion of the media of this city, so to take revenge. Cork. Out of my diversions. It is better, but every moment of light. We get to San Pedro and a moment of relaxation. 
Walk and famous Korea Friendship Bell, a gift from Korea in the form of a bell on a hill overlooking the ocean. I described it earlier. I'm afraid. You have to somehow break through to Santa Monica. I wanted to beaches, pier and Venice Beach and the beginning of the famous Route 66 Failed. Guest an oasis of peace could not resist. He also no longer likes Los Angeles. Cork. 
We're going to Beverly Hills. Tour. Cork. Somehow sticks on Rodeo Drive, where the designer shops of designer fashion (sorry but this is not my story, so it does not writes. The stars and the stars also do not interest me.) When we stopped, a new white Mercedes, and behind the wheel of Sophia Loren! Hm ... I understand that on Rodeo Drive, but the push into this crowded place? And it's the same? I thought that the stars of this caliber do not they walk to shopping. In the end they walk into her shop. After a round of Beverly Hills. I love these high palm trees along the road. 
Another thing that I love all kinds of palm trees:) The movement becomes more znośmy. We get to Hollywood Blv. Park in mall H & H. Walk the "famous" Walk of Fame was take some time. Guest after ten minutes longer wants to run. Forcing the rounds. One big disappointment. I know it, but everyone has to convince his own skin. Kitsch, shit, ubiquitous commerce, and every step of buying souvenirs. Single-shirt for $ 2 that says I Love LA! For what? Hordes of tourists clicking scales photos of the stars on the sidewalks. And it goes on and on. If you are looking for a specific person / star we obtain a map of'll stick. 
Guest longer wants to escape from LA. Forcing him to pojechania near the Hollywood sign. We ride through the winding streets of Hollywoodland, sticks to the hardened path and after a while you park. A short walk and we have a famous mark, the symbol of the city. This is probably one of the best vantage points (restraining the letters under the penalty of a fine). I want to go to Griffith Park yet, but the guy definitely refuses. 
I set a course for Kingman, Arizona. Cork. Roll towards the west. Cork. Exit agglomeration, forming a conglomeration of small towns in Los Angeles. Relief. And I know that I have come here more than once! Let's go. We pass mountains, forests and deserts. From time to time we drive Route 66 From time to time we change the wheel. I open his book with the location of campsites. There is a lot. Only we are already so tired that wins Motelowa option. 
And anyway as compare prices, this overlooks the same thing! There is no season, so the hoteliers give a good price. Mid-March and the weather is cool. The sun and heat. Only cool mornings in this part of the country. Wake up early in the morning. You must reach the Gran Canyon South Rim. Speed \u200b\u200blimits in Arizona are for the people. 75 mph! So we have a safe 10 and $ 85 without the madness. Damage risk and cash. Cars pass us, which we then pass the roadside in the company of Highway Patrol. And the local misiaczki have more cars here dryers on outriggers, and be careful. Besides, Americans do not go crazy, so the ride is very pleasant. Only from time to time truck-sheep without imagination is trying to overtake another truck. And so "we rush" 1940-1950 mph traffic blocking two lanes. I'm doing Seligman exit from Route 66 
lot of souvenirs, a lot of tourists. Everywhere digits 66 and old cars. 
Morning (marudziliśmy terribly on the way) stop at the entrance gateways to the Park. Weather such as "Body." The first stop I make when Mothers Point. This viewpoint is the first place where tourists are breathtaking. View of the immensity of the Grand Canyon is a killer! Actually, the very last moment do not see anything. The trees form a sort of curtain, close the unobstructed spectacle awaits us. This I like. A moment of silence, the tension and the curtain up! Big mountains can be seen from afar, and before man reaches the foot enough time to get used to the images. Here it is different, here the top "ascend" into the depths of the earth. 
Until recently, the Mother's Point was a tiny parking lot and people tend to park on the roadside. Park Authority decided to do something about it and we have already seen the effects. Completely rebuilt the road and prepared a huge park. No longer is so intimate. Wholesale. The piston as in the supermarket. Until I'm surprised that nobody fell into the abyss. The next section is a village. Leave the car at the parking lot and sit in the buses, which rozwożą us after viewing points. It is March and is still a lot of snow, but the weather on the day above 20 C. At night falls below freezing. Already so many times I wrote about the Grand Canyon, that you forgive this time. 
I can not catch a distance to this place, too many times I've seen. I must be bound. Too big, intangible, monotonous, but still charms ... Just not me. I guess it's time to go into the trail. Why not impress me much. The burners have waterfalls and trail brght angle. Naoglądaliśmy and it is time to return. We stop at the point yet Desert View. Last photos of the Canyon. To the east and then north. The road passes through areas of Indian reserves. We pass them huddled and silent. They sit on chairs, selling ornaments and other trinkets. There is no longer the proud, and its outstanding wild Apaches and Navajo. Long ago given up. They live in trailer homes, caravans or equivalents, which are wealthier homes, but looking like a slum. Car wrecks everywhere. And so far in the Grand Canyon West Rim of their tribesman performing well. Scrape away the cash from the monstrous pale face when visiting the Skywalk:). This I ask, where are the Indians? :) I went to the Lakota, Cheyenne, Navajo, Apache and Taos. It turns out that stuck in the world "between." Not keep pace with civilization. The question is whether they should? I'd rather not, but the economy has verified everything pretty quickly. You can not. I get angry casinos built on reservations. 
government allowed the autonomy within the limits, but a shame that someone whispers in their ear, that way you can achieve something. Yes, probably so physically (although I'm afraid that not as much as those who invest in it.) I dream of a visit to a real Indian village. Overnight in the tipi and buffalo meat - unfulfilled childhood dreams. It's old fascination with glass and other books. But Karl NOT! Even as a child I believed them to be childish! We go on, and nobody is rushing to take us on horses scalp. I can not be! Hehehe. Boredom. Driving at night through areas such sacrilege. They evade our magnificent scenery on the way to Page. Also there are campsites, but laziness and fatigue slowly wins and money like motels. Cold at night. Small town and surroundings full of attractions. I'd come here for a week. Lake Powell with views of the postcard, Unfortunately, available mainly from the boat. Lack of time. 
We're going to Horseshoe Band. I described this place many times. But I will describe in brief - a jaw-dropping and Turl! Colorado wrapped up in this place like a snake, and the views from the edge of the clog. This attraction of the series will not see anything until you come to the edge. " For people with a fear of this place can make one attack. 
This time, forgive the Antelope Canyon. Here I have mentioned earlier the Indians raised their rates for much expedition, which should not discourage anyone. However, in our case it was about time. A brief stop at the Glen Dam, and the viewpoint of the lake Powell. 
We were in Utah. It is a land of Westerns, film landscapes horse but instead we sat in a metal box. Escalante surprisingly, has a few hidden gems, such as Cappadocia. The same mushrooms (do not populated), similar landscapes and everything hidden from us - tourists. Who knows, you will find this place. Who knows, will travel next. All the time the sun spoil us. On the way to Canyon (hence the name?) Bryce, we stopped at a lovely Red Canyon. 
color again red and blue sky. A huge contrast, and you add to that the lush green trees and woodlands have a super mix. No person will not pass with indifference, and the photographer is convicted of a serial fire from the lens. Warning! It will be useful to a large memory card! People are watching the pictures always ask if tampered with them in Photoshop. No, it really is! Insane colors and contrasts. Most of the trails were closed due to snow. Lying on the roadside gave us a foretaste of what awaited us later. 
Bryce greeted us with drifts bigger than me. But this end of winter, so the fear was only big eyes. 
Visibility was excellent and the trails even ready to welcome the first comers. Winter adds charm to this place. It is assumed white feather clothes and hats for little men and the army of sand gnomes. 
This place I call fabulous. I love this park and is only a more magical place in Nevada, which is able to break through. Zaliczyliśmy all vantage points and came back on the road. Quick passage through Zion, which I specifically did not enchants, and only what is missing This places to stop and exit the trail. 
Guest suggesting to pass on that journey by bus along a closed section for ordinary mortals. In the summer we spend here even a week, but today we run away. flying through mountainous areas of Utah and Arizona. Once pniemy heavily in the canyons, then rush down sharply. Dusk when we enter the state park boundary Valley of Fire.
Pitch is on the other end. FULL plaque greets us, and that means one thing - all the seats occupied. But I know this camp and I secretly hope that just a field of tents are free, even one. My guess is that it is mainly a family camping here in the RV. I was not wrong. All fields for tents are free, and even those in the most fabulous locations. Phew. Pitch a tent, the moon shines so brightly that you do not need the flashlight! Amazing sky, you see all the stars. Silent a long time staring at the constellations. Every moment you hear the sound of opening beer bottles:). And then he talks, reflections and beaming plans. In such an atmosphere, nothing matters. Only this time, only what surrounds us! I love this place - is there any magic and I think a dependency. I always do so they come here, even for a moment. Bedtime. Problem. Snoring. There is no chance that I slept through the night as someone next to me snoring. I also happen, but occasionally. In such cases, I sleep in the car. Often choosing a model before the expedition check the distribution of seats and whether it is sleep. In this case it was not very well, but managed to equalize through a bed mattress and bags of clothes. Whew! Wyspałem up! 
customary morning, I climbed the nearby hills and delighted in the views of the sunrise. Rays otuliły as a laser strange rock formations, giving them the color space. It was as if nature got a sketch, coloring, and an empty task was to fill the missing place of pastel colors, each morning, and when the sun had them wear off. Half day we went and walked the trails. It makes no sense to describe this place. I do not know such words that could describe such wonders! Pictures? Already a little better. Eyes? These work like a computer scanner. Within fractions of a second process the millions of colors! 
Coffee vanilla, orange, red, violet, desert, canyon, and pudding. This is my first association with this place! Hehehe. Sadness at departure. Before us the famous Las Vegas. I spent the last year a lot of time in this place and now I felt at home here. 
Vegas is a city to which I had mixed feelings. First, hostile. I did not like, too much commercialism, plastic, kitsch and boring. But over time I started to look at everything differently. I understood how it works and not fighting with him. I gave up and won! I liked it. I discovered the hidden beauty, location and climate. Now most interested me a brand new complex kasynowo-hotel Aria. 
Incredibly big. Giant skyscrapers overwhelmed. School's Out and glass. Steel and fountains. Even a machine to play well integrated into modern architecture and interior design. And so pozaliczaliśmy all the main attractions. Bellagio Fountain potańczyła us, singing gondoliers in Venice canals, and finally the beautiful sirens powalczyły pirates. We fell. Prices of hotel-casinos probably could not go down below! $ 15 per night! Morning flight, we got up so as to avoid the morning traffic jams on I-15. Departing from the city and already drove in the desert climates. Emptiness and only Joshua trees we watched from the side. 
Death Valley. It sounds scary, but now there's nothing wrong in not waiting. Too many tourists to die unnoticed. It's a myth a century ago, when a car drove through here a day or caravan drove some Borax. Of course, they hit the victim. Last year I read in the newspapers about two nieszczęśnikach. first stop is Zabriskie Point. Renew a little added information plates. Slowly began to do a "warm" or 30 C. morning
Przemknęliśmy yet Badwater, where crowds of tourists zadeptywały salty lake remnants. The Valley has already written many times, so forgive me also. We went to Lone Pine, where he searched for a favorite place, which took a liking to western artists. 
Alabama Hills and beautiful rock formations. The famous arch - the portal through which you can see Mt Whitney, the highest peak in California. Sierra Nevada was still covered with snow, so it an added charm. Describe is in a separate post. The time is over. Time to go back. A few hours driving in monotonous Joaquin Valley. In the evening we found Peter in Salinas. Focus on piwku ended our expedition. It was hard. Ents time ... And pulls me again! He wants to discover new surprises, I want to know the secrets of the American nature. In my blood runs curiosity that needs an immediate supply of fresh attractions! Who wants to live with me?  |
| Road Trip March 2010 |
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