Big Sur, Baker Beach, Muir Woods

Wedged between two people in the back of a 15-passenger van (as sure-footed as a mountain goat with three legs, an eye patch, and rabies), I woke up to rolling fog spilling over the iconic HWY 1. It has amassed a grand reputation for its spectacular beauty—I was not let down. This is a great example of improvising travel. We looked up spots along the way and made short detours (McWay Falls, Baker Beach, and Muir Woods). Fortunately, the other people riding graciously let me take up some of their limited space so I could spend some time with N while he was on the road. They’re all a riot, charismatic and full of humor—it makes recycling the same air for 12+ hour-stretches easier when you’re having a good time.