Big Sur, CA

So, I picked up my friend Melissa at the San Francisco airport, and we headed south to Big Sur.  The Lonely Planet explains, "Much ink has been pilled extolling the raw beauty and energy of theis stretch of land shoehorned between the Santa Lucia Range and the Pacific Ocean, but nothing quite prepares you for your first glimpse..."

The Bixby Bridge, with Melissa, Andrew, and Vandrew

The place we stayed was a bit surreal.  I thought it looked like an eccentric grandpa built the place as a kind of play fort out of scraps of lumber.  It turns out, however, that an eccentric grandpa built it out of scraps of lumber.  The word "quirky"  doesn't quite seem to sum it up.

We also visited the Henry Miller Memorial Library, because why not?  Art and philosophy and music and literature and very Big Sur-ie.