Big. Sur.

Morrow Bayà Big Surà San Francisco

Friday, May 8^th, 2012

I drove North towards Big Sur, a destination on my itinerary since day 1. I’d had some high expectations for it because I watched a National Geographic special about it. As I reached my location, I realized that there would be no actual town to be had there. The road leading through it was the only one there, bordered by mountains to the East and ocean to the West. I stopped at a gift shop which had some hiking information and I decided to climb Mt. Manuel. Peaks are important for me to summit first thing upon reach a destination in order to get a good look around the area.

I found a campsite at Pheiffer State Park. The valley that it lies within featured redwoods and I was completely in awe of their size and their ability to change the amount of sunlight allowed through their canopies.

Once at the trailhead, I was eager to get to the topmost point of land. The path was a disaster. Created as a mountainside road would be, the trail meandered along the side of the slope instead of zig-zagging up as it should. Vegetation covered the path most of the way to the point that I couldn’t see where my foot was landing in front of me. Onward I climbed, determined to summit this S-O-B. And summit I did, with a clear view of the Pacific stretching out west and more peaks to the east.

On my way down I intentionally picked each type of wildflower that I could distinguish. I was convinced that since the trail was so poorly maintained, not many people traverse it and therefore the rule of “if everyone picked a flower” did not apply to me here. I got a good bunch together and that’s all I had to show for the day. That and a few sore feet and a good buzz from this beer.

I took a walk on the coast the next day and the views were overwhelming. Succulent covered bluffs leading down to the turquoise to cobalt blue water. The shallows were dotted with large rocks being baraded by waves every other moment. I realized then that Big Sur is more of a place to behold than to utilize. I couldn’t jump into the ocean because it was too rough and cold. The wind was also a constant factor near the shoreline. I suppose the price a human pays for the beauty of this place is that it does not care whether it pleases us or not. What a useful defense it has to remain wild! I was humbled by nature as I should be.