Apparently that’s the original, full name of the area I just spent the last two days in, translated to English. In any case, I can see why Big Sur has the reputation it does. Driving down the 1, I couldn’t decide where to look; on my right, gorgeous cliffs and the eternal Pacific, on my left, the daunting and beautiful San Lucia mountains. There was so much to do here, I decided to limit myself to just what was within walking distance of my campground in Pfeiffer State Park.
Along the way, I stopped in at Monterey, had to see Cannery Row after all, and was glad I decided to see to famous aquarium while I was in the area, the deep sea exhibit in particular was stunning, and I could have watched the otters all day.
My campsite at Big Sur was the first place I stayed more than a night, and I couldn’t be happier with the decision, I spent a good portion of my travel-free day at the Big Sur River Gorge, reminded me a lot of my favorite spots along North Form back home, only with warmer water!
I took so many pictures of this area, it’s hard to pick only a few! While grabbing a drink at the lodge, the bartender let me know about the open mic at Henry Miller Library, so I perused the books hanging from the trees (literally) before subjecting the crowd to my quest to find the key (and stick to it).
The Scrub Jays here have no fear, one quite literally tried to fight me for my bag of hot dogs buns, I was almost inclined to let them have it!
In any case, this was already a high point of my trip, though I get the feeling I’ve said that a lot already. I could go on about the day I just had, but I think I’ll leave that for its own post, till then!
Where’s George? 