Well for those of you that don't know what Big Sur is just look at this picture taken at a pull off just before the Historic Bixby Bridge:
(Bixby)
(Jim and Guy)
This land is magical. I've visited so many beautiful places on this continent and here, on the edge of the world, I just stood there with my jaw on the ground, staring out across the Pacific.Big Sur is the name properly given to a region of the California coastline south of Monterey. Historic Highway 1 is the only road travelling through this area, carefully trapseing the cliffs of the Pacific Coast between the ocean and the Santa Lucia mountains. It just might be the most breathtaking roadtrip I have every been on, and it's only an hour or so away from the farm in Santa Cruz.
Monday was a day off for the apprentices, following our busy Spring Plant Sale weekend. The weather being perfect as usual, a group of ten of us set off looking for beaches and soon found ourselves heading south. Along the way we stopped off at a local food market to put together a picnic. Upon our arrival in Big Sur we found a lovely little beach where a river runs into the sea, called Andrew Molera beach, to have a snack and catch a swim.
(Joe and Guy just out of the cold water)
Traveling onward we also hit a spot known as Jade Cove where that precious stone known as jade is just chipping away out of the cliffs in big boulder sized chunks. The water there also took on the complexion of jade stone and I sat mesmerized by the waves staring into that clear blue water.
On the way back we stopped at one more beach known as Sand-Dollar beach, but we could find no sand-dollars, only large cobbles on which we were able to lay surprisingly comfortable and nap.
Our final push back north (again, only an hour) was quiet and sun-sleepy and we watched as the sun itself went to sleep under the sea.
Group plans have already been made for a return trip this weekend to hike ten miles into the wilderness to a hot spring located up in the hills. What else are we to do on the weekend?
Guy
On the way back we stopped at one more beach known as Sand-Dollar beach, but we could find no sand-dollars, only large cobbles on which we were able to lay surprisingly comfortable and nap.
Our final push back north (again, only an hour) was quiet and sun-sleepy and we watched as the sun itself went to sleep under the sea.
Group plans have already been made for a return trip this weekend to hike ten miles into the wilderness to a hot spring located up in the hills. What else are we to do on the weekend?
Guy
The beach in Carmel is wonderful, too.
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