Life for some, and for reasons I will never understand, is exactly like an August night sky — a spectacular burst of energy and light that seems to end much too soon.
The return from Big Sur on that breathtaking Nacimiento-Fergusson Road brought relief once we cleared the sharp drop-offs and one-car-at-a-time curves. The road follows Nacimiento Creek and the US Forestry Service has a few beautiful campgrounds that beckoned me back four-weeks later. Jesus, it was freaking hot! A triple digit day driving up 101 out […]
It’s a contrary world outside of this sacred space. The call to depart the diabolical and daily absurdities of power and greed screams with the shrill of a wild fox gone mad. The unfortunate, but completely expected collapse of entry into Big Sur’s majesty is fortunate for the return to silence and a human-break for nature.