Maybe I’m being a little excessive with the word magic–the San Juan’s are magic, the Redwoods are magic. I almost wrote a post about how SF is magic, but I thought, no, that’s too much magic. Pretty soon you guys are gonna stop taking me seriously.
But the look of those first big sur hills as you leave Carmel–it’s magic. They are imposing, wondrous. They pull you in. If you look deep enough, their magic might even pull you up those steep hills.
Swim up the Big Sur River. Climb your way to the gorge. Lay your body on the warm rocks.
Take your time. Stop when you want to. Watch the migrating whales; they are traveling with you.