I made yet another left turn on this long trip. I had planned on only going to the Rocky Mountains for a little fall photo tour. But it has turned into a giant loop of the American West. After leaving Mexico I planned to try getting back to Oregon by Christmas, but that plan was unrealistic. Interstate 5 soon became boring, so I turned off and headed for a piece of the California Coast that I’ve never seen before: Big Sur.
Making my way over the mountains to the coast, I noticed a sign saying Hwy. 1, the road that hugs the California Coast, was closed. But I kept going and now I am happy I did. There is a landslide just south of Big Sur, and so all today I have been stuck in a gorgeous and wild place. The little cafe at Lucia Lodge has been my home for the past few hours. From its porch I can see hundreds of sea otters and elephant seals playing amongst the kelp beds. They are too far to photograph, sad to say.
Last night a storm swept in. I love parking my van right on the edge of precipitous drop-offs which occur along the Oregon Coast, and this was an identical situation. So I found a place where nothing stood between me and oblivion, and enjoyed the cozy confines of my van. The storm tapered off overnight, and sunrise brought clearing, and a morning rainbow!
The adventure continues. I will try to make it through to Big Sur tonight after the workers leave the site of the landslide, and perhaps a classic Pacific Coast sunset will be my reward. I’ll post a report.