Big Sur. River Inn Motel. 9am.
I’m on the porch after a rustic
shower. Which is supposed to be
romantic, right? This week I will
work every day except Thursday,
which is Thanksgiving.
Driving back down from Monterey
last night was a bit stressful. At
night, along the winding coastal
highway, it seems entirely too
easy to drive off the cliff and
into the ocean.
Yesterday afternoon we spent
in Carmel, a lot of it walking
barefoot in the sand, occasion-
ally wading into the water when
it rolled in.
We’ll walk across the road to
breakfast in just a moment.
It looks like it’s going to be