We know of two places where Westy’s are pretty prevalent. The Pacific Northwest and the California Central Coast. We like to call these areas “Westy Country.” For our eleven year anniversary we decided to make a trip to Westy Country. Our plan was to stay in Santa Cruz, visit our newest niece, and hike in the redwoods. We quickly realized weekend reservation were not going to happen. We (of course) had no foresight to plan ahead. The Missus instead found us a Wednesday night spot at Henry Cowell Redwood State Park and three nights down the coast at San Simeon State Park.
We left after work Wednesday and headed to Santa Cruz. We made great time and pulled into the park at 10:00 pm only to realize we were at the wrong place. The campground and the day use park are in completely different places. We had horrible cell coverage and no GPS. Forty minutes later and a stop at a hotel for directions, we finally found the campground. Boy do they need better signs! A few lights might help, too. We made a quick stay and were back on the road by 8:15 am. We were excited to meet our new niece and start our adventure.
We had to take the Westy on Highway One on our way to San Simeon. Talk about epic views. We really enjoyed the drive, the smell of the coast, and our Westy.
After we dumped some gear at San Simeon State Park, we jumped back in The Westy and headed to San Luis Obispo. This is a special spot for us. We met here in college and have fond memories of Thursday night market. We met the Mister’s parents for dinner (they were also visiting but staying in SLO). The kids loved the market, the music, and the great people watching. It was a bit crowded so we ducked into The Natural Cafe (one of The Missus’s favorite restaurants) and had dinner.
We lucked out with our campsite. We ended up at the primitive Washburn camp. It was a bit further away from the beach than we had wanted to be, but the site was large and had great climbing trees. We woke up Friday to incoming fog, cool air, and that amazing ocean smell. Absolutely gorgeous. We spent the day at the beach. The Mister’s brother popped in from Santa Cruz with his son. The cousins were so happy to play in the ocean.
Back at camp we had tacos for dinner. We invited, Sebastian, our kind camp neighbor over. He contributed some amazing cherries to the meal. The kids were more than happy and had the fingers to prove it! Turns out he is an author. He gave us a copy of his book on our last day at camp.
Saturday was spent visiting the elephant seals just north of San Simeon. The kids thought they were really cool and spent a lot of time looking at them, asking question, and walking along the 1/2 mile observation boardwalk that runs along the coast. We had a picnic near Moonstone Beach. The kids were stoked to pop up the table in the Westy for lunch. As we were leaving, we noticed The Westy was having a hard time starting. The engine would turn over, but it took a couple of turns on the starter to get it going. The Mister and I both commented on it and thought it might be time for a check in with our mechanic.
Saturday afternoon we walked from our campsite down to the beach. It was a short walk on a nice trail. We played at the beach until dinner time. We made dairy free/gluten free spaghetti for dinner with Adele’s sausage. I think we were hungry because it was gone in record time.
We packed up early on Sunday with plans to stay at the beach for as long as possible before heading home. When we went to start The Westy nothing happened. Oye. We just knew this was going to happen. Rick, our Westy loving neighbor who was camped across from us, came to the rescue. The nicest guy. He quickly took down his awning and broke up his camp site to offer us a jump start. Who does that…? He didn’t even think twice about helping. Too bad it didn’t work. We were pretty sure it was an issue with the starter. After looking at engine and the wiring under the steering wheel like we knew what we were doing, we decided to try push starting it. Rick and The Mister pushed The Westy up the hill (because if course we were camped at the bottom), and the neighbors helped, too. As soon as we got a little speed we were able to start it in second. Yahoo! We could get home.
We decided to skip the beach and just head straight home. We left The Westy our local auto shop to get checked out. So sad. The kids cried when we said goodbye.
So is there a “Westy Country” where you live?