Well, we are still on day 4 of the adventure, if you go back and consult that map I made. But we are getting into some new stuff. Big Sur is a town on the California coast. It is sort of a hippy/artist community.
After seeing elephant seals early in the morning, and then trying to stop for photos at every overlook on that part of Highway One, I was heading north again. The road climbs and then turns inland once more.
And it was time for a late breakfast among the redwoods.
They weren’t serving breakfast food anymore, so I ended up with a BLT and an awesome cheese plate.
Nice view. The river was in front of and below me.
The mountains were behind me, still partially shrouded in fog.
I even had company for my meal, a scrub jay.
You gotta love Big Sur.
I drove just a short way down Highway One, and got out to stretch my legs by the river.
Nothing like a walk in the woods to help with digestion.
And redwoods make the best woods.
One last view of the valley where Big Sur nestles.
I must walk among the redwoods before I die.
Yes… you must… preferably with me!
I still recall vividly when Mom took me to Redwood Forest.
Awestruck I was, even at such a young age.
Camping in the redwoods is like going back to our primitive selves.