_Apologies for the 2 month delay.. things have been a bit busy! Most of these entries were written during Leg 2, so read em as if it were still late May / early June. Check out some photos [here](https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.3578747912297.2139017.1381110044&type=3)._  **Leg 1 = complete**. 16 days, 3 rented vehicles, 2 flights, not as many arguments as youâd think, and countless stories. Weâre still going strong. Iâve been writing brief notes in my phone daily in an attempt to recap the whole trip for friends and family who might be interested, and for my future self who will be envious. So here it goes: my memoryâs best and most neutral (what Iâd write to my grandmother is slightly different from what Iâd tell my fraternity brothers) account of the post-grad road trip to date. Special thanks to mom and dad for allowing this to happen! **Day 8** . Silicon Valley . RV life . Big Sur I'll start off by saying how delightful it was to see a stunning sunset nearly every singly day we were on the west coast. Not sure if we got lucky with the weather or if that's something unique to the area, but I like it :) None of us could muster up the energy to wake up at 7am to catch a tour of Facebookâs headquarters with John Allen Thomas, which in retrospect was not cool. But a few of us were still eager to check out the Silicon Valley region, and it worked out that a few had to go in a similar direction to return an SUV and pick up THE RV. Bloom and I scooped up delectable grilled cheeses from Ferry Terminal and hopped on Cal Train to Palo Alto. We met up with my buddy Alexey who showed us around his neck of the startup world, classic apartment-office and coffee shop included. Explored Stanford's campus for a bit, took in views of the Valley from Hoover Tower. It's funny- for years I've looked up to Silicon Valley as this magical place, and it definitely is, but aesthetically it's really just suburbs with some office buildings here and there. Nevertheless, I could feel the energy. But more importantly, on the 8th day we found ourselves in possession of a 28ft El Monte RV. It had a kitchen, bathroom, shower, and technically slept 6 (a full bed in the rear, two seating ares in the kitchen area converted into twin beds, and space for two in a loft-type space above the driver/passenger seats), though we packed 8 in on a couple of occasions. She had her challenges but she always came through for the boys. It was a living room on wheels.. a living room that is not legally allowed to park most places within a city. I was eager to check out Half Moon Bay (site of the famous wave, Mavericks) on the drive south but we were in a bit of a time crunch if we wanted to make it to the RV campgrounds in San Simeon. We drove along the coast through Santa Cruz and Monterey, stopping on the side of Highway 1 to catch an unreal sunset from on top of the RV. As the moon and the stars rose, we realized how difficult it was to drive this thing at night, especially through Big Sur on one of the more treacherous roads in the country, so we decided to find the first campground we saw. Unfortunately they were all either booked or reserved so we followed a tip to take a mountain road a few miles up and claim a patch of roadside. Not sure if any of us had seen so many stars in our lives. Pretty special night. That's why we got the RV. **Day 9** . Hearst Castle . Santa Barbara Woke up 1,000+ ft up in Big Sur. Took the extra-treacherous drive down back to highway 1 and hit the road to Santa Barbara by way of Hearst Castle, stopping at a few vista points along the way while raving about how great of a call renting an RV was after all (there had been a big debate prior to the trip). It took some effort for Bennett to convince us to do the $25 tour of William Randolf Hearstâs âhideawayâ but it was well worth it. The property is truly an architectural masterpiece perched on top of a million dollar view. Inspired by his travels throughout Spain and Italy, the Casa Grande and grounds incorporate renaissance architecture and actual fireplaces, statues, and artwork from centuries ago. But what makes the castle extra special is the company that visited in the 20âs, 30âs and 40âs. Hearst frequently entertained not only Hollywood stars like Charlie Chaplin and Hugh Grant but also professional athletes, presidents, authors.. anybody who "he found interesting." Anyway, it was pretty cool to visit what is known as the nicest house in America. Soon after hopping back on the highway we spotted some seals on the beach, then more seals, and then a rest stop dedicated to seal viewing. There were hundreds of females and their young basking in the sun. Throwing sand on each other, sparring, and making funny noises. The other car had spent the night in San Simeon (on the water by Hearst Castle) and did some hiking in the morning. I asked my brother and sister (who had spent a summer at UC Santa Barbara in high school) for recommendations in the area. Ilana was useless, but Bryan recommended a place called Ocean Dunes where you can drive your own car onto miles of sand dunes, or rent one of many of the recreational vehicles. He said âwe had the option of the dunes or hearst castle, and at the end of the day, everybody who went to hearst was so pissed and jealous.â So I sent this message to the other car and they decided to check it out. Long story short, they got stuck in the dunes for nearly an hour! One rescue attempt after another failed until they were able to flag down the park ranger. Good story though. Fast forward to Santa Barbara. The biggest issue with the RV so far had been finding a place to park it.. at all times. Obviously we always need to think about where we can keep it overnight (campground, friendâs driveway, ticket-free parking lot), but even during the day there are lots of restrictions on parking RVs around cities and towns. Luckily in SB, we found a friendly Californian RV owner (read: hippie) who helped us secure arguably the best spot in town for free. On the beach, one block from State Street. A bunch of us had friends or family in the area so we broke up into smaller groups for dinner-time and then met up later to hit the bars. I wound up sleeping in the Ford Explorer. Classic road trip night. **Day 10** . LA . La Jolla Woke up in the second row of an SUV on a California beach.. things could have been worse. Drove blurry eyed to Mattâs friend Benâs apartment where I found wifi for the first time in 10 days!! Facebook never looked so good. Stopped by UCSB for a few minutes and then got on the highway to San Diego (long story, but Phil had a flight out of San Diego the following day, so we decided we would bypass LA and then return after San Diego). Driving through LA was super cool. IT IS ENORMOUS. I have a strange hobby of remembering geography of cities that I visited with my family when I was younger, so it was really exciting to pass through all different neighborhoods. Newport and Laguna Beach were especially neat to see. Hundreds of big homes on hills with floor to ceiling windows.. I could get used to that. After an unfortunate oil change we arrived in La Jolla, my summer '06 stomping ground. Hiked around the rocks by the cove (one of my favorite places in the world) and grabbed my favorite Tadashi sushi + cold stone dinner. By the time we got to our hotel downtown we were pretty exhausted and called it a night. It had been a looong day. **Day 11** . San Diego . Coronado . Pacific Beach Walked around downtown, through the Gaslamp District and by Petco Park, a street market in Little Italy market, across the harbor to Coronado. Said by to Phil :( and then went back to the beach at Coronado for a bit. Met up with the other guys at Pacific Beach, where I used to surf back in the day. Just relaxed on the beach, bars. Acai. Bloom won the road trip that night. **Day 12** . LA again . Traffic . Weeds I was the first RV member to wake up. Say 8am. Nobody else had opened their eyes by 9:30, so I walked down the street to grab some coffee and one last look at Pacific Beach, and then hopped in the front seat to get on the road. We made pretty good time considering it was a holiday weekend. Very little traffic until we started to get into LA LA. It amazed me that every few miles on I-5, a sign would welcome us to a new town that I had never heard of, population 100,000+. This must have happened half a dozen times before entering Los Angeles County. Anyway, I convinced the crew to follow me to Korean town for lunch. We were able to park the camper in a grocery store lot after promising to make some purchases (how could I complain about the opportunity to buy dried seaweed strips and Korean starbursts?). Yelp directed us to a popular and delicious all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ joint. While the Ford Explorer chose to spend the afternoon at the Dodgers game, we decided to head to the Santa Monica â Venice area. We succeeded in making it over there, and we certainly saw the area, but 2 hours of searching for parking were not fruitful. Realizing that not only were we spotless for the day but also for the night, we desperately searched for RV parks in the city and found a vacancy a few miles south in Playa Del Rey: a trailer park on the beach, right next to LAX and a chemical refinery! But emphasis on the beach. None of us wanted to spend a minute there so we made some calls and found ways to get friends to pick us up. My buddy from high school, Matt Gaw, had recently moved out to LA, so we had made plans to hang out. Got a nice tour of Beverly hills and then drove north pasted the valley to his new place (where Showtime's Weeds is filmed and loosely based on!). Went out to din with his family and had a relaxing evening catching up by the fire pit. **Day 13** . UCLA . Santa Monica . Trailer Park Gaw and I started the day early with plans to check out the Getty Center. Less for its exhibits, more for its sweeping views of the city. Unfortunately it was closed, so we hit up Urth CafĂ© (of Entourage fame) for some coffee before heading to nearby Griffith observatory which would fortunately offer a rival vista. From the top we could easily see downtown LA, Hollywood, Beverly Hills and the Hollywood sign, Westwood, and all the way to the Pacific Ocean. I was finally starting to feel like I was getting a solid grasp on the geography of the city. Gaw then dropped me off at my UCLA friend Jillianâs apt in Westwood. Great tour of campus and Westwood! We met up with her friend Sara in Santa Monica for happy hour, walking along the promenade (outdoor mall), watching the Celtics-Heat game (we watched a lotttt of playoff basketball throughout the trip), and taking in the sunset on the beach. Our 13th straight beautiful day was capped off back at the trailer park for an evening that can only be described as âthe most chill.â Joined by my UCLA friends, two ZBT alums (David Bernstein and Erich Sorger), our Penn friend Becca Rosen, and some very friendly RV neighbors, we roasted marshmellows under the stars on the beach, just enjoying the situation. **Day 14** . Grand Canyon 6 brave soles woke up early for the 9 hour drive, while the other members opted to head to Vegas for an extra day (the GC crew would have 2 nights in Vegas aftertwards). The RV BURNED through its ~40 gallon take every few hours (I think we once had a $208 receipt) through the Mojave desert. We made it with a couple of hours to spare. Walked around various lookout points along the south rim. There arenât too many words that can describe the Grand Canyon.. itâs just breathtaking and difficult to fathom the natural forces that took millions of years to carve it out. Bloom spent most of the time Instagramming, but I canât say he had the wrong idea. Every shot was jaw-dropping. We staked out a somewhat unsafe ledge to catch the sunset and then had pretty shitty âauthenticâ Mexican food (despite the highest Yelp rating in the area) near the campsite. Woke up to some big mooses poking around neighboring RVs! **Day 15-16** . Vegas . Pools . Hangover Early wake up to book it back to Vegas to return RV and car. But first had to empty the septic tank! Great times. Like many other items throughout the trip, we had procrastinated on booking Vegas hotels because everybody had heard of friends staying here or there and this and that and nobody took any initiative. Luckily, Scott found a deal at Harrahâs that in the end ran me $24 for 2 nights. Not the grandest of hotels, but very centrally located and seldom did we spend much time there except to sleep. Vegas was obviously ridiculous place.. the stereotype âDisneyland for adultsâ certainly fits. Everything is fake. Having explored the city during my UCSD summer from a comparativel innocent perspective, I was ready to take on Vegas nightlife (and daylife) how it was meant to. Between pool-hopping, Jessâs dinner at a fun Italian BYO with the Arielles, some casino action, wandering the streets in the early hours of the morning, daytime pool parties, and hitting some of the big name clubs, Iâd say I got my fix, a tad bit reminiscent of The Hangover. Definitely some memorable nights. Oh yeah, and we unexpectedly ran into our main man Jeff Kiske at Caesarâs!