Many people speak of Big Sur and the areas around it. I cannot. Here are some photos to show some of the unspeakable beauty.
The giant volcanic rock in Morro Bay.
Enter: Big Sur.
They’re spooning! Well that’s just adorable.
This pre-pubescent male is trying to grow his tusk, but he’s too sleepy.
Coastline with pre-sunset lighting.
Redwoods tower above us at our campground.
Our little tent amongst the giant redwoods.
The oldest redwood at Big Sur is called the Colonial Tree.
Bridges in Big Sur. #coastsoncoastsoncoasts
Anne and I were goofing off in Carmel and taking moon-lit photos.Check out my creepy eyes…Is Anne seeing God?
Why is there Spanish Moss in California?
North of Sand City, there are bike paths through Fort Ord Dunes State Park–so we rode through the dunes that, in recent history, housed an army base.
It was pretty cool.
We stayed at a punk house in Santa Cruz. I had been there 6 years ago and it was pretty much the same, just different people. Awesome environment and very welcoming.
A lighthouse along the way.
We slept one night in these driftwood shelters along the beach.
Here, I try to look cool in Half Moon Bay. Did it work?