Every so often in life, you have an experience that you’ve been looking forward to for ages suddenly turn out even better than what you’d been hoping for and expecting. It’s like the planets align, and this experience that was going to be awesome actually turns out to be spectacular.
That, for me, is what our trip to Big Sur in April was like.
I’d been dreaming about visiting Big Sur for the better part of a decade, ever since I drove past it on the PCH and then read Jack Kerouac’s dramatic novel of the same name. And finally, this year we made it happen.
Of note: there are two major types of Big Sur trips – in the forest with the redwoods (the northern-er bits), or on the ocean cliffs (the southern bit). Since our trip to Big Sur was part of a drive south from Sonoma to San Luis Obispo, we opted to go through to the very end of Big Sur and stay at its southernmost part, Ragged Point.
Ragged Point is basically its own little self-sustaining resort town, complete with a beautiful hotel, a restaurant that serves all three meals, a snack bar, a hiking trail, gorgeous gardens, a small grocery and gift shop, and plenty of vantage points to enjoy the sunset or sunrise.
We weren’t even there for a full 24 hours, but it was one of those adventures I will treasure forever and ever. There was something just so magical about the trip that typing about it barely does it justice. So, without further ado, here are some of the pictures from this incredible stay.
The view from our room. We had a balcony (perfect for drinking wine and reading comic books on, I might add), and this was the sight from it. Not to mention that one can purchase some of the best saltwater fishing lines from the little cosy hamlet and lie in wait for some trouts to cross paths.
Needless to say, I think we’ll find ourselves back at Big Sur before too long. And until that point, I’ll have my 140+ photos to remind me of this amazing day.