Me and Beyoncé (the rental car) took a slow ride down the legendary Pacific Coast Highway, from Monterey through Big Sur to San Luis Obispo. The weather was bright and breezy so B went topless the whole way.
Regular readers of my blog will know that I can waffle with the best of them, when the mood takes me. But with some places & experiences, as with great works of art, words are not adequate to the task of description. If they were, then we wouldn't need the places or the experiences, or the art. Big Sur is one of those places: all I can do is point you below to my feeble attempts at capturing the drive in photographs. No need even for captions.
I think I will remember this day for the whole of the rest of my life.