
First dispatch drops at sunrise in Maine!
Check back — Miso is currently napping on the keyboard.
We drove from the foggy Atlantic to the wild Pacific — with Miso, a rescue tabby who runs the back seat, and Boo, a 112-year-old ghost who never paid for gas. Diners, deserts, haunted motels, lighthouses and small-town kindness.


CoastToCoastWithACatAndAGhost.com started in 2019 as a joke scribbled on a gas receipt in Maine: what if we drive to California and bring everyone — even the ones who are dead?
Miso was adopted from a shelter in Bangor — 9 pounds, loud purr, hates closed doors. Boo joined us in Gettysburg, allegedly. A cold spot in Room 7, a flickering lamp, a laugh on the voice recorder. We offered him the passenger seat. He never left.
This site is part travel guide, part ghost-story archive, part love letter to slow travel. We document pet-friendly hotels, cat travel hacks, haunted-but-cozy motels, small-town diners, lighthouses, deserts and Pacific sunsets. No rush, no filters — just mile markers, paw prints and ectoplasm.
We rejected interstates. We took US-1 down the Atlantic, cut west on US-50 — America’s Loneliest Road — kissed Route 66 in Tucumcari, then surfed the Pacific Coast Highway with windows down and Miso’s ears flapping.
Portland Head Light at sunrise, Acadia fog, Salem ghost tour where Boo got shy. Miso learned harness walking on the Freedom Trail.
Blue Ridge Parkway overlooks, Dollywood, hot chicken. Slept in a 1927 train caboose. Boo played piano at 3am. We have audio.
Cadillac Ranch, White Sands, Marfa Lights (we saw them!), Grand Canyon sunrise. Cat-approved motel with cactus courtyard.
Bixby Bridge, sea otters, dipping paws in the Pacific at Pfeiffer Beach. Boo cried. Miso sneezed at salt water. Perfect ending.

412 miles of neon, turquoise shops, ghost motels and green-chile cheeseburgers. Miso’s favorite: warm hood naps at sunset stops.

After 41 days we made it. Two oceans, one odometer, infinite crumbs in the cupholders. Read the full finale in the journal below.

Rescued, leash-trained, professional biscuit-maker. Duties: morale, crumb inspection, screaming at 4am in Nebraska. Loves: tuna packets, heated seats, national park Junior Ranger booklets. Hates: fireworks, closed carrier zippers, Boo’s cold spots.
Miso’s travel tip: “Freeze Churu treats. Crack one open every 200 miles. Humans drive better when I’m licking.”

Former traveling salesman, died 1912, now full-time backseat storyteller. Duties: finding haunted diners, cooling the car when AC dies, rattling motel ice machines for fun. Loves: harmonica, Route 66 museums, being believed. Hates: ghost hunters with night vision.
Boo’s rule: “Always ask permission before telling a town’s ghost story. Leave a dollar on the grave. Tip your waitress.”
Every few days we empty the notebook: cat travel hacks, haunted motel reviews, budget breakdowns, small-town interviews. Click any story to read the full version.

Check back — Miso is currently napping on the keyboard.
Free checklist: carrier setup, litter hack for sedans, 12-state vet list, ghost-hunting kit (just a notebook + respect).
Get checklistOur ranked list of 19 haunted-but-cozy stays — all cat-welcome, none with actual demons. Promise.
See staysYes — if you prep. Miso is harness + carrier trained, microchipped, with a vet folder. We never leave him in a hot car (Boo stays as ghost AC + we take shifts). Start with 30-min drives, use Feliway spray, keep litter in footwell with high sides. Full guide in journal.
As real as a good story needs to be. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, every town has a legend worth listening to. We treat folklore with respect, always ask locals, never provoke, never trespass. Boo insists he’s real. Miso is unconvinced.
A 2016 Honda Fit named Sardine — 33 mpg, fits a litter box behind passenger seat, sleeps two in a pinch with seats down. Total gas $1,120. No sponsorship, just love + duct tape.
$3,198 for 41 days for two humans + cat + ghost (ghosts travel free). Motels $1,340, gas $1,120, food $738. Camping 11 nights saved ~$900. Detailed sheet in journal.
Please do! Copy our GPX, steal our diner list, pet Miso (with permission). Start in Portland, Maine in May for lilacs, hit desert before heat, finish Big Sur at golden hour. Tag the glovebox — we repost.
One email per week. No spam, no ads — just Miso’s nap locations and Boo’s ghost of the week. Unsubscribe when we hit the Pacific (we won’t).
