Big Sur and Aretha Franklin. Just because.

California is crowded. A lot of people like a warm climate, an ocean next to mountains, that kind of shit. I get it. I am really more of a plain mountain person, but I willingly gave the vastest (word? not sure) body of water a shot this week. It wasn't half bad. 

And then we got to Big Sur. Where there were Big Trees. And you couldn't see or hear the ocean. So I felt more at home, and the cabin certainly helped make everything cozier. 

We stayed at the Big Sur Campgrounds and Cabins, which provided a welcome reprieve from... well... people, really. I don't think I particularly like people on my vacation. And sometimes ever. That's for another post, however (yey for the shelter of a computer screen and public forum that is the "blog", eh?). 

Clif and I unpacked slightly, leaving some things in our car for the hell of it, because they don't have bears on the coast (shot those bitches, took care of 'em all!), and leaving things in our car in novel, Watson. 

We walked along the creek, looking at rocks, and itty bitty pinecones from giant redwoods. Nature, winning YET again. Gosh. 

The night culminated in some seriously unserious chatting on the cute front porch while drinking 'native' wine and eating cheese from France or something. And olives from the Safeway olive bar. 

Delish. I went to sleep a happy woman. 

Hi. Let's talk about the fact that the Redwood next to our cabin is THE SIZE of our cabin. That is all.

Married one year, and I still think he is adorable. Mainly because of his hotness (hint: he reads this blog sometimes). 

The creek/river by our campground was low, it being September and all. But peaceful nonetheless.
AND I had two glasses of wine by the time we got here.
DOUBLE AND I really like nature.
TRIPLE AND nature likes me back (shhhh, it's a secret).

Couldn't you just eat this little guy right up? Not my husband, silly. The cone. The small small cone that makes
A HUGE FRIKIN' TREE.
Aretha Franklin said it best.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
(bitches)*


*implies implied content



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