A day in Big Sur.

Its a short ride to Big Sur where I hope to find a spot to camp for the evening. I know the chances are slim given the locations diminutive size and big reputation, but I figure I’ll try my luck. The views of the coast on the way there are amazing despite the thick fog. It eventually clears off just as I reach Big Sur.

[arriving in Big Sur, CA]

[Big Sur, CA]

[1950s Pontiac Chieftain checking out the view]

At the first three spots where I attempt to procure a campsite, the attendant laughingly tells me that without a reservation, I’ll be lucky to find a spot. At the fourth and likely last campground in town, the sweet old lady at the booth tells me that someone is vacating their spot a day early and that I am welcome to have it. It seems too good to be true, but campsite #45 under the redwood trees is there for the taking. I hastily set up camp and head for the beach.

The hike to the beach is a mile down a meandering path. At the end of the path I arrive at a very desolate, but beautiful beach. Apparently the mile-long hike discourages folks from using it.

[path to the beach]

[my only fellow beachgoer]

[view from my spot in the sand]

After a few hours in the sun I hike out and ride back to my campsite. I had ridden by an amazing resturant perched on a cliff earlier in the day and it seemed like a good place to watch the sunset. A few miles south of my campsite I arrive at Nepenthe. The view from the patio is a stunning. I meet some fascinating fellow travelers, including one who invites me to Burning Man at the end of August. It’s a tempting proposition. The libations, view and conversations at Nepenthe are all outstanding.

[view from Nepenthe]

[IPA at sunset]