We got married on a Friday in October at City Hall in San Francisco. In November we drove South down the coast to Big Sur during what I can only describe as a torrential rain storm that should have convinced us to stay home. Alas, we did not.
No. 0325_07A Big Sur, California. November of 2014.
We turned off Highway 1 onto what was less of a road and more of a graded dirt path leading up the hill that was in the process of converting itself into a small river. Piloting a 2 wheel drive hybrid sedan up said dirt-river-path was not ideal, to say the least. We almost turned back several times and in hindsight that would have probably been the logical thing to do but we pushed on and made it the 2 miles up the dirt-river-path and just like that the rain stopped and the storm blew itself out.
No. 0325_08A Big Sur, California. November of 2014.
It was a short honeymoon. We spent a long weekend in a little cottage with a little kitchen table and an ancient wood stove and an outdoor claw foot tub overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and that was enough. We read books and drank champaign in the bath and watched the ocean crawl by.