10/31/2026
What I most wanted for my 50th birthday this year was to be in California. Preferably somewhere near Big Sur. I wasn’t sure it would happen and it remained uncertain right up to practically the last minute, but thanks to the hard work of all the people fighting the Timber and Plaskett fires, the entirety of Highway 1 opened and I was able to spend the last day of my 40’s traversing one of my favorite parts of the west coast. Big Sur is magical. Remote. Peaceful. Like most of my favorite places, landscapes that stretch on forever.
I’ll be editing the photos from this trip all winter, I’m sure (and I’m working on Day Two for the substack as well). As usual, reminiscing and sharing will keep me content until I hit the road again. Or until I finally make good on that piece of desert land….
And If you see any dust spots in any of these photos, no you don’t 🙃