an open space

big sur
My brother and his wife are visiting home from Florida, so my family went camping together up north in Big Sur. I have camped here once before, but only have vague memories from childhood. It's the name of a book I started reading by Kerouac and never finished. Not because I didn't like it, but because I had, and still have the bad habit of getting too many books at a time at the library. I remember camping late summer with the Ashburns, and swimming in the river.

The northern CA coast is colder than what I am used to, but it's greener, and more rustic, rugged, and untamed. As we rode in the car, windy roads on the coast that made my stomach feel sick, it looked like videos I'd seen of Ireland.

So beautiful.

We ate well by the fire, biked around, and went climbing and bouldering. It rained in the night, and I woke up cold and achy, smiling underneath the trees.