The Pacific Coast Highway, was perhaps the single most dramatic stretch of driving that we did on this entire journey full of dramatic drives. Firstly, there was a sense that this was why. That this was the destination, if there ever was one on this ride. Then there was the dramatic landscape and all this was accentuated by the setting sun.
For those who have an opportunity to do this, it comes very highly recommended. It does take much longer than the fastest route bw LA and San Francisco. However, it doesn't get much more beautiful though.
The sun, going to sleep.
The rocky road.
The sunset is upon us.
The ever changing and ever beautiful landscape.
A quick pause in the middle of the road to catch a Kodak moment.
To touch the waters of the Pacific, finally. Ayon had fallen asleep. As the sun was setting Keya, Mamta and I parked the car on the side of the road and headed down to the ocean.
It was good timing for us, the sun was setting and the landscape looked even more dramatic.
What, at least I, had not realized when we started the drive on the fabled PCH was how hilly the terrain was.
One of the original bridges, from the late twenties / early thirties of the last century, that make the ride architecturally exciting.
Using the tripod again, on one of the scenic outlooks along the road.
The car makes aquanitance with the ocean. 
Beautiful wine country, on the few times that the road actually goes inland.
Picture postcard.
Dramatic pictures turning every corner, every spur. 
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