Faith, Walker, and I drove back down the PCH, retracing our steps from yesterday, but this time without being stuck in a car parade. Our first pullout was by Carmel Highlands, an exorbitantly-priced community popular with artists and celebrities. Celebrities such as Ansel Adams, John Denver, Edward Henry Weston, Jack London, Brad Pitt, Joan Fontaine, John Madden, Clint Eastwood, Betty White, and many more have lived there over the years. For the peasants, there is just a small pullout affording a narrow view of the bay below. If you want a better view, I guess you have to fork out $50M for a house, or something like that.

Leaving lunch and driving back north, we stopped at Pfeiffer Beach, a semi-private area that required driving an extremely steep, winding road to gain access. This beach is famous for Keyhole Rock and for having patches of purple sand, which were not particularly visible today. Speaking of sand, the wind was blowing so hard it was constantly pounding sand into your face/eyes, and stung terribly.

There were an immense amount of sea lions, which were both extremely loud and smelly. We stopped in a public restroom on the wharf – it was definitely the loudest restroom I’ve ever been in, as there were hundreds of sea lions barking directly beneath me, below the pier!