Big Sur is a wild stretch of the Pacific Coast Highway, roughly between San Simeon (famous for Hearst’s Castle) on the south and Carmel on the north. It’s a narrow bit of land; the mighty Pacific Ocean on the west, the Santa Lucia Mountains to the east. Sometimes the land seems barely wide enough to accomodate the curving road. The area is wild and mostly undeveloped; population is sparse. Some descendants of the original settlers, who first came here in the 1860′s when the US government gave land away as part of the Homestead Act, remain. Writers Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller once lived in this remote area that attracts individualists. This week Big Sur made the news. A stretch of Highway 1, north of the famous Bixby Bridge, was washed away. This is not the first time this has happened and probably the last.
The bird was perched where we stopped to see magnificent McWay Falls in Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park, just south of the town of Big Sur. He seemed to enjoy the early spring day as much as we did.