The 1 to the Sonoma Coast.

So apparently I spoke too soon when I said the road to Jedediah Smith state campground was terrifying.

We found out what terrifying actually means when we took the 1 from Seattle to just north of San Francisco. The switch backs and hair pin turns were absolutely insane. And we had a trailer to drag through it all. Our GPS looked like a child got a hold of a sharpie and scribbled on the screen. 

And that picture isn't even the craziest screen. 

There was also a lot of these signs:

Thankfully the boys slept through most of it as we could only go about 15-25 miles per hour, taking us approximately a million hours to go 75 miles. At one point our nerves were so shot that we pulled over to look at the ocean and my body was just kind of twitching. I think that's literally what's meant when you say you're nerves are shot. It was bananas. 

When we finally reached our campground at Wright's Beach (we were camping on the beach!!!) the attendant looked at our get up and started making a face that said, there's no way in hell you're getting all that in your spot... then he said just as much. He said we could go check out the space and try to get in or we could transfer to Bodega Dunes down the road. We had to go to Bodega Dunes regardless to get water. 

Once at our Wright's Beach site, we got our tape measure and measured in all possible directions. As we measured we could hear the waves breaking along the shore and we could smell the salty sea air. But, alas, it would never work. Jason did suggest cutting down some branches but the attendant did not think that was very funny. (I was ready to get a saw.) 

Off to Bodega Dunes. The campground was not on the beach but we were going to try and make the most of it. We selected a site, filled our water, and set up. Instead of waves crashing on the beach we could hear the hum of cars on nearby roads. 

We took a hike to the ocean, which was raging in and out and shrouded in fog. A far cry from the beaches in the Riviera Maya in Mexico, but mesmerizing none the less. 

We hiked back, ate our nightly Smores and went to bed early. In the morning, we were San Francisco bound.