17 miles of beauty

After the Ley’s left we decided we needed a pick me up and we headed out to Big Sur for the day. We were a little over half way when a state trooper stopped us and made us turn around. Route one was closed (still have no idea why) and we couldn’t get to Big Sur. We had to regroup and decided to go have lunch in Carmel which we were right near and figure out our next move.

But first a little window shopping.

The boys decided they wanted this for their room. I told them to save up their pennies until they had one million and we would come back and pick this bad boy up.

Then we stopped to smell all the flowers, literally.

On to lunch. We went to this place Cantinetta Luca and it was amazing! It was the best meal we had out in California!

We stopped for some yummy cookies and coffee. That whole area of California really knows how to roast some coffee beans. I don’t even like coffee and I woke up every morning craving a cup of Verve coffee!

We decided to drive the 17 Mile Drive. It’s a beautiful scenic drive on the coast in the gated community of Pebble Beach. The boys were clearly super excited to spend more time in the car.

But with views like this it was worth every gummy bear and piece of popcorn we had to throw back there to keep the natives from getting restless.

We reached a long stretch of beach and let the boys out. They were pretty happy to get out and stretch their legs.

Oh and play in the sand. It seriously takes every fiber of my being to not dust Malcolm off every three seconds.

This may shock you all but sometimes three and a half year olds get in moods and there is nothing you can do but just wait it out. The second we got out of the car Adam decided that this smelly piece of seaweed was his dog and insisted on dragging it around for the next thirty minutes. He wanted nothing to do with us and only wanted to ‘walk his dog’. Who knew the teenage years started so soon!

We went about our business and found a comfy spot to hang out. Adam eventually wandered over, sat down and pulled apart his ‘dog’ and finally was grossed out by the inside enough to leave his dog for the next owner. While I don’t advocate abandoning pets when the going gets tough (or smelly) this was one time that I was all for it.