Big Sur

Trip Start Mar 13, 2009
Trip End Jul 14, 2009

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Kirk Creek campground

Flag of United States  , California
Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Thinking of Jack Kerouac....

So we left the craziness of the city, the beats and the cats where bums sit head on knees in foggy vodka doorways, heading off to the pacific highway - wide clean endless lanes and bright light, so easy and dreamlike after the crowded city and we pass through Monterey and Carmel but they're not for us, not the kind of place where we can escape to hear the singing of the we drive on, on to where the road winds like a ribbon up there on the wall, with thin white bridges, a thousand unbelieveable sighs of height above above the booming whitecapped surf crashing onto huge black rocks rising like old ogresome castles dripping wet slime with slaverous lips of foam, driving over these bridges like dreams, those vistas when you drive the highway 1 on a sunny day, the coasts Blakean groaning roughrock creation throes opening up the eye for miles of washing sawing, the RV bending and winding in sympathy with the curves drops bends.

Then we found the campsite and parked up.

The Kirk Creek campground is on a bluff extending out from the road (what a road) into the pacific and was a lovedly place to spend our last few days. The campsite was full of cheeky thieving squirrels and had excellent views of the sun setting into the pacific - this seemed fitting as so much of this journey had been spent in and around this ocean.

There was a beach nearby (Sand Dollar Beach) where we were told the swimming and surfing was good (these two don't normally go together). There was a fine old surf at the beach and Owen went swimming for a while - more like controlled drowning. As the sea was so cold and rough the locals were impressed and told him he was nuts. So he went back in again, muttering something about it being nothing compared to North Wales in May...

We had a very relaxing three days, drinking the wine we'd bought at Russian River Valley and cooking over campfires under the stars. When we finally left and headed south for LA, we stopped at a large elephant seal colony on the coast - very noisy and very smelly. The seals moved very quickly for such big beasts so we kept our distance.

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