I had been on the mainland less than 10 hours (and sleeping for approximately 7 of them) before I stole my mom’s car and booked it to the coast. An earlier than expected arrival allowed me to meet up with Jared & Seth in Big Sur. Jared, a fan of all things spontaneous, had found an amazing 1979 VW Bus for sale in the area and had flown to Cali to buy it, road tripping back up the coast to his home in Washington. Seth’s playing the role of trusty co-pilot/equally coffee obsessed/makeshift mechanic.
This is heaven. If there is a better word I’m not sure what it is. The inexplicable connectedness and the sacred moments of harmony lift my feet off the Earth and I transcend into pure bliss.
The park rangers can’t even interfere with this feeling as we pick the ONE trail out of the entire park that is closed and they turn us around early into the hike. Moving on the to the next, we commence on a 2 1/2-3 mile ass burner straight up the Tin House Trail, taking in some epic views on our way up.
Never quite ready to leave this unique location, we head north towards Carmel to post up for the night, stopping to catch the sun in it’s last few minutes of glory.
Arriving just after dark, we big league it and park Daisy on Scenic Drive, right in between Carmel-by-the-Sea’s multi-million dollar homes and the beach.
photo by Seth W.
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.” -Christopher Paolini
