After leaving my generous friend Dennis and his warm hospitality, I headed back to the coast highway. The sun was shining and the travel was glorious. I've driven this route before, including in December when I had the horses in tow. This time, I decided to take the time to stop whenever I felt drawn to pull over. What a difference! I met people, I stopped to do yoga in the sunshine with a view of the ocean, I stopped and hiked, and just took the time I needed to enjoy this spectacular place.
South of Santa Cruz, the terrain quickly becomes curvy and hilly, leading to the famous Big Sur area. I passed the cliffs and made it past the stretch of highway south of Carmel which collapsed shortly afterward, the entire road for 100 feet slipping into the sea far below. It is now closed for months of strenuous repair by engineers who will have their hands full rebuilding the popular highway driven by many tourists from all over the world.
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| Coastline near the area of highway one collapse |
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| Signs of warning at the tenuous and treacherous nature of the coastal forces. |
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| More warnings of the risk |
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| Yet, just past the signs lies a path with new footprints to follow... |
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| So of course I hike out to the edge... |
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Further South, I come to this amazing bridge, the Rocky Creek Bridge,
built in 1932 by enterprising crews of hardworking, risk taking men. |
I want my photo taken, and ask a stranger to "do the stupid tourist thing for me". So Randy is kind enough to oblige, while David invites me to come and "have a party". We hit it off, and stood there near the ocean, learning about each other's lives. Randy owns a big spread with his brothers nearby, and invites me back with my horses. I will definitely take him up on it! What a beautiful place.
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Friendly Fellows, Randy and David
Locals who grew up in Carmel. Hardworking modern day risk takers.
Somewhere around here is where the road collapsed. |
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| Happy to be here! |
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| An even bigger bridge to the south of the first one. |
After a pleasant visit with Randy and David, we exchange contact info and go our separate ways. I head south, they head home to dinner.
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| Another beautiful view along the drive. |
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| Looking back north |
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| Big Sur Roadhouse offers warm hospitality and AWESOME fresh fruit wine margaritas. |
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| I arrive right in the middle of happy hour! Yay! |
My hosts are the owner, and her brother, who manages the restaurant for her. They have such a nice gig going on! Love the copper bar, the famous chicken, and the location. New friends along the trail.
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Tony, the roadhouse manager.
His good looks alone are worth stopping for, right? |
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| copper bar at the roadhouse |
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| Famous chicken looking for scraps on the patio |
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The famous chicken. Disappeared unnoticed, then was mailed back.
He awaits your next visit. |
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You can stay at this favorite spot across the road.
Honeymooners love the romance of it,
but your bride may only have eyes for Tony. |
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| Highest gas prices I've seen. Whoa. |
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| View from Ragged Point Lodge |
After leaving Tony and his sis, I head south again. Now that it's dark, I decide to stop for the night at Ragged Point, a nice hotel on the cliffs. Above is the view from the hike along the property. They do a lot of weddings here I guess. I guess I can see why.
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| Treebones restaurant |
Next morning, I decided to drive back north again. I was able to schedule a massage at Esalen for 4:00 pm, giving me time to explore the section I missed in the dark. I am so glad I retraced my steps! My friend Dennis has told me to stop and check out Treebones, a lodging experience that allows you to stay in a big Yurt! They have 10 I think, nestled high on the hill overlooking that rugged Big Sur Coast. Wow. Swimming Pool, organic garden, gourmet dining, and a separate sushi bar. Just lovely!
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For a truly unique experience,
you can try the "human nest" at Treebones resort.
My dream house!
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After leaving Treebones, I head north to Esalen for my massage. The original hippie place for alternative thought and non-denominational spirituality, it has long held a reputation for generating wisdom, developing improved massage techniques, advancing fields of psychology, and in general, sending good energy out in the world. It is also the site of sacred hot springs which flow into tubs overlooking the amazing surf and coastline. What an experience.
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| Open showers perch over the ocean. Most refreshing shower ever! |
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| Hot tubs and relaxing - clothing optional! |
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| Interesting walk to the baths below |
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| Similar shot. |
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| Just one of the many incredible gardens at Esalen |
Continuing south the next day, after a somewhat uncomfortable night in the truck. I must remember to always take a pad and bag in case I end up without lodging in the future. I stopped several times to stretch and do yoga along the way, eventually stopping at several famous beaches.
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Mussel Shoals is one of many surfing beaches I have heard about for years.
Interesting stop. |
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The pier at Mussel Shoals
Only experienced surfers brave these waters. |
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Homes along the coast of Mussel Shoals.
I'm sure there are some celebrities living here.... |
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| Detective Bernard, the Surfing Police Officer |
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I think this is called hanging 10?
Surfer at Refugio Beach California |
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Surfer gets ready to get wet.
All ages enjoy the difficult and exhilarating sport.
For some, it's a religion. |
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| Respecting each other on the wave is a must. |
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| One day, this will be me! |
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| REI on Santa Monica Boulevard |
I finally arrived in Santa Monica, where I had put a new "massage tent" on hold at REI, on Santa Monica Boulevard. I am planning to offer a wilderness massage experience soon, packing supplies in on horseback. I needed a lightweight shelter for my table, and REI had just the thing. The place is such a candy store for me!!!
After my purchase, I was delighted to partake of the happy hour (it's my thing!) at the Sushi restaurant across the street. After yummy green lipped mussels, seared yellowtail, and seaweed salad, I enjoyed a small carafe of hot sake and green tea ice cream before heading to Venice Beach, which turned out to be just a short distance away.
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Finally arrived in Venice Beach
Spent the night in a youth Hostel around the corner from Danny's.
What a fun place on St. Patrick's Day! |
After a pleasant time with new friends I met on the street in Venice, including a St. Patrick's Day drink with Michael, the friendly Tai Kwon Do Black Belt and bouncer at Danny's, I slept well in my room at a youth hostel, sharing a room with 3 other young women from Russia.
I have spent hours at Starbuck's today, whose free wifi makes it possible for me to share this blog with you. I hope you enjoy reading these stories and insights from my life. Please come back often and leave comments or send me an email trish.wild@yahoo.com if you are so inspired. Hearing from you is my favorite thing about the blog, as you know by now.
It's time now to head south again. My good friend Kristen awaits my arrival at her home in Carlsbad, north of San Diego. More adventures await! My plan is to return the horses at Anza Borrego in the morning. It is time to prepare for our audition for "America's Favorite Trail Horse", April 9th, at Monty Roberts Ranch in Solvang, CA. We have much to do, and only three weeks to get it done!
After leaving my generous friend Dennis and his warm hospitality, I headed back to the coast highway. The sun was shining and the travel was glorious. I've driven this route before, including in December when I had the horses in tow. This time, I decided to take the time to stop whenever I felt drawn to pull over. What a difference! I met people, I stopped to do yoga in the sunshine with a view of the ocean, I stopped and hiked, and just took the time I needed to enjoy this spectacular place.
