Big Sur. We made it, but this was a big day. Big hills, big lunch, big views.
We hit some big hills from the get go, right outta the campsite. Then we head into Carmel and saw the most quaint seaside town ever. It was fairytale-like. But you know you're in a rich part of the world when ladies are doing their morning walks in tracksuits and frosted lipstick.
Lunch was up a big hill. Serious incline, which lead us to lunch with a pretty killer view (and too much food... Don't know how it all goes down if you're not riding your bike). Lunch was at Napenthe, and I'm not kidding about the view.
After lunch was a long way down from the peak to our coastal hangout for the night at Kirk Creek Campsite. This place was right on the water and we fell asleep to the crashing waves, but not before meeting a fellow UBC alum and eating mac'n cheese with applesauce (which I swear is a thing in Switzerland).
We hit some big hills from the get go, right outta the campsite. Then we head into Carmel and saw the most quaint seaside town ever. It was fairytale-like. But you know you're in a rich part of the world when ladies are doing their morning walks in tracksuits and frosted lipstick.
Lunch was up a big hill. Serious incline, which lead us to lunch with a pretty killer view (and too much food... Don't know how it all goes down if you're not riding your bike). Lunch was at Napenthe, and I'm not kidding about the view.
After lunch was a long way down from the peak to our coastal hangout for the night at Kirk Creek Campsite. This place was right on the water and we fell asleep to the crashing waves, but not before meeting a fellow UBC alum and eating mac'n cheese with applesauce (which I swear is a thing in Switzerland).
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