A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I went camping to Big Sur, one of
our favorite places on Earth! We went to the same campground we used to go when
we lived in Santa Barbara: Kirk Creek. The campground is an even drive from
both Santa Barbara and San Francisco. Even though we had been there before a
couple of times, this particular time was special because we were bringing our
new dog, Bomber, with us. Not only was this Bomber’s first time camping, but it
was also our first time camping with a dog, our dog.
View from Kirk Creek's Campground |
The weekend looked great, there was no rain in sight—I guess it was all
being saved for last week and this week—and temperatures in the upper 60s. As
we planned our weekend of fun, we knew that it all really depended on whether
Bomber liked camping or not. We were really hopeful he would. After all, so far
he had proven to be the perfect dog for us!
Part of my own personal plans for the weekend also included taking
photographs of the area of Big Sur north of Kirk Creek. About 5 years ago, we drove all the Big
Sur stretch of Highway 1, but I just could not remember much of the second half
of it, the half north of Kirk Creek. Sometimes I wonder if I pay enough
attention to my surroundings when I find myself in a new situation. Maybe I
need to get better at it. That’s when taking photos becomes such a handy tool
for storing memories somewhere other than my brain! This time, on my
photographer’s radar was the Bixby Bridge, a very picturesque concrete bridge
built in 1932, a landmark along the way I had totally forgotten existed!
Purple Flowers Along the Trail |
The drive down to Kirk Creek was a bit painful: We left late in the
afternoon and Bomber, our dog, whined the entire 5 hours it took us to get to
the campground. We arrived to our destination quite tired and ready to set up tent
and call it a night, but our plans were disrupted by the fact that our campsite
was taken! This had never happened to us before. We went to talk to the Ranger
and he told us that the night before there had been a windstorm and the
reservation tags had flown away and that ours probably got confused. I was
outraged and, of course, Joe was totally calm. He talked to the Ranger, who set
us up on a different site and told us we could switch the next day. And that’s as far as the complications
went, as the rest of the weekend was perfect.
Bomber on the Trail |
It was a happy weekend, and I think there is nothing more inspirational
than happiness. Life looks better when you are happy. Everything is brighter
when you are enjoying yourself, and I was able to see that in the pictures I
took over the 3 days of camping.
If you have been to Big Sur, you know the incredibly strong feeling of
being close to Mother Earth in this little stretch of coast between the roaring
Pacific Ocean and the Santa Lucia Mountains. In every bend of the mountains
there is a canyon and, in every canyon, there are redwoods. Any trail that
takes you up the mountains has the most impressive views you’ve ever dreamt of.
My husband and I have talked about how Highway 1 actually makes the scenery
more charming, and about how it allows you to get some perspective as to how
enormous everything around you is. I think it’s good to think about how small we are in
comparison to our world and what’s in it. It helps be you be a bit more humble.
To me, it is very important to escape to nature every so often. I tend to crave
the smell of trees and the feeling of walking in an environment that has not
been touched by humans. I find it soothing, and Big Sur sure has what I need to
get my fix of Nature!
Highway 1 as seen from above |
Redwoods and the Pacific Ocean |
Anyway, I took lots of pictures, over 200 hundred. A lot of them are of
Bomber—I had to record his first camping trip—but I have many more that attempt
to capture the beauty and grandiosity of the place. Oh!, and, as if the usual
beauty of the place were not enough, we were there when flowers were blooming!
The mountains were painted in purple, red, orange, yellow and white! It was
magical! Look at some of the pictures I’ve posted here, or visit my Etsy store
to see more.
Kirk Creek Beach |
My favorite photos from the weekend are the ones that captured the
arrival of Spring. If I had to choose one, I would choose the one with the
yellow flowers and the ocean in the background (On the right). Kirk Creek
Campground has access to the beach where the creek meets the Pacific Ocean. The
path to the beach is amazingly beautiful by itself, but this time it was simply
amazing. After crossing the creek, the path leading to the beach was
beautifully flanked by all sorts of flowery bushes. The picture shows the final
stretch of path, where the golden flowers were as tall as you. With the sun,
the flowers looked brighter than ever. It was almost as if you could hear them
saying: “Spring is here!”
What inspired me over the past weekend? The answer is simple: I was
inspired by the simple, but yet intricate, beauty of nature; by the smell of
fresh air; by being with my husband all day long for 3 days; and by Bomber’s
excitement of having discovered the wilderness for the first time in his puppy
life!