Today Big Sur is no longer an outpost, the number of sightseers and visitors increases yearly...What was inaugurated with virginal modesty threatens to end as a bonanza...Big Sur may rapidly develop into a suburb (of Monterey), with bus service, barbecue stands, gas stations, chain stores and all the odious claptrap that makes Suburia horrendous.
-Henry Miller, from Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
We spent this past weekend at big sur.
Bus service? yes. Barbecue stands? you betcha. Gas Stations? plenty. Chain stores? pretty close if you count Chevron. Odious claptrap? uh huh.
Look at this picnic.
oh yum! Looks good right?
Halfway through a block of manchega, we were asked to move. Apparently, that part of the Big Sur river is owned by the River Inn (hint: don't go there) and they do not want people to sit there unless they are ordering food from the restaurant.
We didn't let an uppity restaurant manager ruin our weekend...but it did leave us wondering if there is there such thing as a proper human relationship with nature.
Regardless, Big Sur is still beautiful. Yes, the frequency of hoaky tourists crawling all over the coastline was probably less back in 1954 when Henry Miller drank tea with his beatnik friends at Nepenthe... but I still feel the magic every time I'm there, and am happy to share it.
Descending Partington Ridge, Homeplace to Henry Miller (1947), where he completed work on Plexus and Into the Nightlife
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A gusty Pfeiffer Beach
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a sandy and gross looking ginger
Bus service? yes. Barbecue stands? you betcha. Gas Stations? plenty. Chain stores? pretty close if you count Chevron. Odious claptrap? uh huh.
Look at this picnic.
oh yum! Looks good right?
Halfway through a block of manchega, we were asked to move. Apparently, that part of the Big Sur river is owned by the River Inn (hint: don't go there) and they do not want people to sit there unless they are ordering food from the restaurant.
We didn't let an uppity restaurant manager ruin our weekend...but it did leave us wondering if there is there such thing as a proper human relationship with nature.
Regardless, Big Sur is still beautiful. Yes, the frequency of hoaky tourists crawling all over the coastline was probably less back in 1954 when Henry Miller drank tea with his beatnik friends at Nepenthe... but I still feel the magic every time I'm there, and am happy to share it.
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Descending Partington Ridge, Homeplace to Henry Miller (1947), where he completed work on Plexus and Into the Nightlife.......
A gusty Pfeiffer Beach.......
a sandy and gross looking ginger
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