Liv and I drove the southern half of the Pacific Coast Highway after our Route 66 trip in March, so I decided to do the northern half on this trip.

They are slow miles, but not only because it's one of the largest collection of hairpin curves in the world, or because every third vehicle is a bicycle without a shoulder or bike lane.

The miles are slow because you can't help but pull off at every turnout to admire the countless views. When you have the time, you feel like you must hike down every roadside trail, and walk on every sandy beach.

They are slow miles, but perfect for my slow-paced life.