Big Sur: towering cliffs, lush meadows and roaring surf
My wife and I spent the holiday weekend in Big Sur, a small coastal town located along California’s Central Coast, about 15 miles south of Monterey. Although this was our third visit to Big Sur, it was actually the first time we stayed overnight.
We rented a quaint little cabin just off Highway 1 for Friday and Saturday night. Rest and relaxation was the main goal of this trip. We figured we had better get as much R&R in now as possible before the Stan Man is born. Today happens to mark 31 weeks, so we’re getting really close to delivery. The wait is driving me nuts.
I was scrambling to tie up lose ends at work on Thursday and as a result managed to forget the DSLR camera in my office. Go figure. Luckily, I had the mini Lumix camera I recently purchased from Plug 1 as a backup. I have to say, for a point-and-shoot, the Lumix takes exceptional photos. Have a gander...
Lastly, in the spirit of being in Big Sur, I started re-reading Kerouac's "On the Road." I forgot just how good that book really is. I can't seem to put it down. I'm contemplating rereading "Big Sur" next.
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The views while driving along Highway 1 are amazing. We made several stops along the way.
Made a mandatory pitstop at the Henry Miller Museum. I'm not the biggest Henry Miller fan, but I enjoy visiting the museum. It's always an interesting scene. I think I enjoy Miller's art more so than his books. That's just me though...
And here's our cabin...
We visited Pfeiffer Beach late Friday afternoon. It was cold!
On Saturday, we drove even further south on Highway 1 to the Hearst Castle in San Simeon. I wanted to see where some of my earnings from last year came from -- kidding. This place was amazing -- a must see if you're in the area.
We stopped off at a beach just north of the Hearst Castle where hundreds of Elephant Seals were hanging out. Apparently, the Elephant Seal spends eight to ten months a year in the open ocean, diving 1000 to 5000 feet deep for periods of fifteen minutes to two hours, and migrating thousands of miles, twice a year, to its land based rookery for birthing, breeding, molting and rest. This was an interesting site indeed...
The squirrels in the parking lot were not shy...
This reminds me, my lovely wife, Eva, might be chiming with food tidbits here on the site in the very near future, as cooking and food analyzation is not my forte.
Happy Tuesday...
