I had a couple of meetings in the SF Bay area in January, so I decided to add a couple of days to the trip so that I could return to Big Sur. It’s a magical place, and probably my favorite road in the country.
The ocean lies so utterly expansive to the west of the crumbling, rocky mountains, and the road is mostly sharp curves and steep grades – so if you’re driving, you’re really forced to sip the view, a mere second at a time.
Tent camping at Treebones Resort, Big Sur. They also have luxury yurts for rent.
Perfection. Wish I could have stayed longer. Also wish I had taken a panorama shot…
I lucked out with the rental car – it was a brand new Golf. It handled like a dream, racing through the curves of the PCH.
It’s damn near impossible to capture the beauty of this place. My pictures don’t do it justice.
South of Big Sur, there’s a length of beach with hundreds of elephant seals.
Strange, brutal creatures that make the most guttural noises.
A World Apart 