Big Sur is a place nothing short of magical. Since I had only been there passing through as a kid, I had no real expectations of the place, just what I've seen in movies and read in books. I knew it would be beautiful and rugged but I figured that over the years tourism would have ruined things, but I was very much mistaken.
We drove down on Saturday, bypassing all the holiday traffic by avoiding the Monterey area and taking the 101 as far as we could. On the way down we stopped in the little little coastal town of Cambria for snacks and drinks. The main street is full of antique shops and thrift stores and though we looked around, I managed to get out of town empty handed for once.
The cottage where we were staying was on the Southern end of Big Sur in a town called Gorda Creek. The fog was rolling in as we were checking in, so please excuse the fuzziness of some of these photos (haven't quite mastered the camera settings just yet). However, I can say that the heavy fog added a mystical feel to everything. Anyway, we were right across the street from the beach on Highway 1 and about a mile down the road from Treebones Resort where the accomodations consist of Mongolian style yurts. We ended up having a beautiful dinner in the hill top restaurant there and decided we definitely want to stay in a yurt next time. My favorite day of our little vacation was on Sunday where we spent practically the whole afternoon at Nepenthe, but I'll save that for another post.