Calm winds favored the rest of my journey which had been to travel over to the coast and see the Los Padres National Forest, Big Sur, and Monterey where I’d then reconnect with Highway 101 and complete the rest of the journey inland. It was a good plan. Too bad I didn’t follow it.
Instead (and this was the only time I did not follow my intuition), I made the unfortunate choice to travel across inland Route 12 which I was “assured” would be shorter and more scenic. My “trip advisor” had ridden a motorcycle across it many years ago.
Well, during the next “six hours of hell” there was nowhere to stop ( my total length with tow car is nearly 40 feet); the top speed anyone could muster on that washboard road was 35mph and a dragonfly the size of a duck smacked into my windshield!
If I ever again, in this lifetime, come to an intersection for Route 12, I will immediately pull over, find a fairly large stick and give myself a mercy flogging. It’ll feel better than doing a deja vu down that hellacious road.
When I finally got to Highway 101, I stopped the Winnebago, got out and kissed the ground! One good thing: the 800 mile trip took just two days. It’s amazing that there’s always some good that comes out of the worst situation!
Oh yeah, and the megalosaur dragonfly: it survived!
(aka Tin Can Traveler)