From Los Angeles to San Francisco there should only be one way: the Big Sur. Its name evokes a pending route or crossed out route.. There are always some trails in every country that have something legendary about them., this is one of them. By the sea, at the edge of a cliff, The Pacific is on one side and the mountain on the other.. And progress is made, Without option to do anything else, as if water and earth had decided to leave.
From the city of Holywood the beginning of the South Big, Highway One, It is marked, consumer tastes, at different points: Santa Barbara, Are Simeón, even, San Luis Bishop. We started in Santa Barbara from where we chose to make the road 101 inside, Instead of going on the coast, Until we get to Pisma Beach where we stop to sleep in a Apartahotel.
On the outskirts of pisma there is an Arenal Enrome on whose beach they rest gaviotas, alive and dead. The tranquility is given by the immense space. In the surroundings there are areas of cliffs and their nights, In his summer season, When the people are full to the stops, They have an uproar that begins in ice cream shops at six in the afternoon and ends in the craziest restaurants to 10 of the night.
On the outskirts of pisma there is an Arenal Enrome on whose beach they rest gaviotas, alive and dead
The next morning we decided to leave early on the way to El Carmel. We pass in front of that eccentricity that is the Hearts Castle, The madness that the magnate of the press of Wlliam Randolph Hearst in whose life was that masterpiece of cinema called citizen Kane was built. The mansion rose between 1919 and 1947 And several films have been recorded in this gringa antiquity 80 years.
Not far from there, On the beach of Piedras Blancas, Past San Simeón, One stumbles with the wonderful show of the Marine Elephant Colony. There is a well -marked view point on the road that does not matter because the size of mammals makes them not go unnoticed. There are tens lying in the sand, leaving the waters, fighting for a piece of beach or a female. The scene catches you. Contemplating its giant deformity is today a miracle. Man, late nineteenth century, made that of the northern marine elephant will remain only 100 copies. An effective protection program has brought it to our day.
The scene catches you. Contemplating its giant deformity is today a miracle
From there the road becomes a succession of curves, slopes, cliffs and beaches. The waters are blue and the green slopes and a sudden fog surrounding us by turning tones and showing shadows. The Lucia Lodge, At the top of a cliff, It is a fabulous stop for those who go with time and want to sleep on a postcard. There are many stops on this scenic route that leads to the perfect Carmel.
De Carmel by the Sea, Say that it is a perfect town, of ordered pine forests that arrive at the sea, Art galleries and good restaurants. The town of the mayor Clint Eastwood does not have any apparent defect other than the challenge of paying the accounts. The owner of our Guest House smiled the same to tell you that it seems to tell you that, quality that always surprises me from the Anglo -Saxons. People greeted themselves when crossing the streets and gardens of Las Casas were millimetrically ordered. It was all so idyllic that it seemed like a very boring and predictable place that nothing else arrived already wanted to go.
The owner of our Guest House smiled the same to tell you that it seems to tell you that
We went to Monterey in the afternoon, whose port of bars and restaurants was more nice to me, and on whose dock hundreds of sea lions and sea otters are crowded at the fishermen's dock. The waters, in any case, They are especially beautiful for me when one places some fishing boats by leaving to the sea ocean.
The next morning we had a long route of 350 kilometers to Yosemite Park. We arrive on the 11:30 in the morning and 12 We were in a huge jam between thousands of cars that visited the park. People kills everything, And the scene came to think about fleeing. Luckily, We decided to endure and we went to see some giant secuoyas and returned to what is called the valley near sunset.
Nothing was heard that it was not the work of the water between the stones
And without people, or without so many people, The world is something else. We went to the river and gave each of those special baths that do not forget. In the middle of the valley, Between cold and cobbled waters, contemplating those immense granite rocks that are the captain or the Half Dome. Nothing was heard that it was not the work of the water between the stones until the sun was bitten between the mountain peaks.
Then we went to our park tent, A row of big stores with bed and without bathroom that are quite well, And we returned at night to the waters of that river. We lie, We saw the dark and white sky, And the world was silent like silent in nature, plumb.
