The whispy rain and fog cloaked the craggy coastline and road from Carmel to San Simeon giving it an eerie and mysterious feel. The cliffs aren't enormously tall but when they are peeking through the fog, they could be 1000ft high. The crashing, foaming waves just added to the whole sensorial experience. I so expected to see a hooded figure on his horse galloping along the edge of the cliffs. As we drove through the redwooded area of Big Sur, the little bit of light simply disappeared. There is literally nothing along this coastline except for a couple of camping grounds and apparently some working monasteries up in the mountains.
We arrived in San Simeon at sunset which was quite simply magnificent. I'm guessing it was due to the fog (or maybe a little Hearst magic?) but the whole sky was painted in hues of dusty pink smudged with a touch of gold. Wow. The ocean seemed to have been lit with teal lights from underneath and although the sun was setting, the water remained untouched. I think Ale stayed outside on the small cliff for about 20 minutes just soaking it all in. It really was one of those moments that you'll always remember.
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