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4th Feb 2014 10:27am | By Sarah Tucker
I’m about to embark on a rollercoaster of star-studded hotels, canyon camping and melodramatic landscapes.
Starting off in LA, I’m driving along the coast to San Francisco, then on to Yosemite, Death Valley, Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Lake Havasu and Joshua Tree National Park. Fancy coming along?
The only way to drive along the coastal route to San Francisco is in a convertible. I’m told Gordon Ramsey and David Beckham are taking their Harleys along the same route that day but, despite being on the look out, I don’t see them. An hour out of LA with my hire car, I stay a night at Ojai Golf and Country Club, where Hollywood celebrities escape to, but only because anonymity is guaranteed. Still no sign of Gordon or David.
Ojai is famous for its yoga festivals and bohemian chic hippy-dom. It’s a good place to horse ride the hills or improve my golf swing, and being one of the few towns in California people actually walk around, I take a walk along the high street full of cake and crystal shops.The next morning, I decide to drive slightly inland, up in the mountains, where there is less traffic, then pass through Santa Cruz, the place where the iconic film The Lost Boys was shot (the film that made vampires hip even before Buffy was born), and then on to Half Moon Bay, which produces more pumpkins than anywhere else in the world, and also where the film The Fog was filmed (the original with Jamie Lee Curtis). I stay at Cameron’s Inn, which has a double decker bus, London taxis and red post box in the car park. They are more English than the English here.