Woke in time to watch the sun burst over the ridge, dappled
light filled the cabin. There was
truly no need to leave, but in time I did. I traveled four miles south to a trailhead in Andrew Molera
State Park. Blue skies, less windy
than yesterday, and a warm 64 degrees made it a perfect hiking day. A path through
a meadow of wildflowers dumped me at a spectacular beach. I continued on a 2-mile path along the
bluffs, waves cresting below. A
strenuous, uphill climb provided spectacular coastline views, and then the
terrain dramatically changed. I
found myself in a lyken, redwood forest, a soft bed of pine needles under foot.
It doesn’t escape me that several weeks ago I was yearning
for a mini adventure somewhere in nature, untrodden trails, and oodles of
tranquility. And then here I was,
surrounded by abundant spring, my itch so satisfyingly scratched. I don’t take any of it for granted.
My feet were well aware that in slightly over 3 hours I
trekked 9 miles. I needed some
cabin time, and a hot soak under the pines. Renewed, I returned to Big Sur Bakery for
a meal. I sat at the bar for an
early dinner, and was very tempted to feast solely on bread. However, I refrained, and ordered braised octopus
with beluga lentils. Heaven. Amazing
to find such high-end food in such a remote location.
My muscles felt wonderfully fatigued, exhaustion so
enjoyable because I had nothing else to do but surrender, and give in to the
feeling. Time to stoke the wood
burning stove and crawl under the covers.
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