If you have to be an old bull put out to pasture, I’m thinking, you could do a lot worse than this sunny bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the handsome Big Sur country of central California. Not to mention the 100 heifers a short walk away.
Pretty nice for road trips too — the old Highway 1 from Morro Bay to Monterey.
John Steinbeck, of course, knew this country well, especially the cannery district of old Monterey, which he affectionately described as “a poem, a stink, a grating noise.” But that Monterey was gone ages ago. In its place today you’ll find the Monterey Chamber of Commerce on steroids.
That’s why I was grateful to find the spectacular coastline south of Monterey still pretty much as wild as ever I remembered from road trips past. Steinbeck and his marine biologist buddy Ed Ricketts could have found tide pools galore down there, as I did. Plus a few elephant seals, goshawks and other critters as well.
Travels with Harley 