You come to a hockey blog for hockey, I understand that. I don’t really want to bore you or anything, so I will tell you right now, this is not about hockey. There, you can move on.

I’m on a road trip through the hockey teams of the west coast of America, and that means driving. A lot of driving. I have been taking a day or two off in San Luis Obispo. The direct route takes you near the coast, but one of my lifetime desires has been to drive the Pacific Coast Highway, also known as Highway 1. Why?

Well, here’s one reason:

That is just epic. Here, these speak for themselves.

How now, brown cow?

There are worst places to spend your days as a cow.

Even though the drive is more treacherous at night, I had to stop for the sunset. How could I not?


The next post will be about hockey, I promise. But this is what road trips are about.