Being a five-day-a-week working stiff is good and bad, in that I have less free time, but more money, and more appreciation for the time I do have to myself. Thus weekend trips are super neccessary to maintain sanity (see portland blog below). Toured the Big Sur part of the coast for a day with the mom and our friend Mindaugis, it was “gloriosky,” as Mindy would say.
First stop: the restaurant Nepenthe, named after an ancient drug to make you forget your sorrows. It’s been sitting on the same cliff spot since 1949.
I really like the building.
Hippies probably made this phoenix.
Momma, deep in conversation.
This is definitely going on the back cover of his autobiography.
A crow! Scratching! Crows are great.
Perfect little beach with the most azure waters since the carribean, I swear.
So old timey.
It’s not summer without watermelon (and a damn good one, too).
Homeward bound, post beauteous hike to amazing waterfall in the redwoods.