Is there any more romantic, adventurous sounding place than Big Sur? I think not. Today’s blog is mostly a pictorial of our day with Molly’s Family in Big Sur.
Awaking before first light with our daughter Molly’s family (her hubby Tip, Owen , and Max ) here in California during their winter school vacation week, we drive north on The 101 up the coast.
In San Luis Obispo we take the PCH (Pacific Coast Highway Route One) through Cambria to the Elephant Seals Rookery near San Simeon. After nearly two and a half hours in their rented mini-van, we are ready to stretch and be entertained by 5000 pound male and 1500 pound female elephant seals.
Tip’s video below.
Back in the mini-van, we soon hit the hairpins and deep drops to the Pacific of the PCH in Big Sur. In addition, gas prices take a spike.
Four hours after leaving our Pacific home away from home in Carpinteria, we turn into the first of the Big Sur State Parks, Limekiln. For $10 we have three family trails at our disposal.
We tackle Hare Creek first.
Then we wind our way to the actual lime kilns themselves, with.
And then comes our coup de grace, our joie de vivre, our plume de ma tante – The Falls Trail. Last year, Hannah and I loved sloshing ankle- and calf-deep through the wild streams on the way to the Falls thanks to the heavy winter rains of 2019. With the rushing water of Hare Creek in our minds, we six are primed for some serious water creek soaking that I had promised.
At the first creek crossing, I’m bummed to see logs and branches arranged to get us across – without getting wet! See below.
Maybe the next crossing! But no, more logs allow a dry-hiking-shoe-crossing again. I am crestfallen. Everyone else is pumped.
Twice more we cross the creek without getting soaked. Oh, the foolish promises I make. At long last we are at the base of the falls for another very doable crossing that even the five- and seven-year-olds handle quite nicely.
High and dry, we make it to the Limekiln Falls
My video of the falls.
We return just as we had come crossing the creek five times without a single slip into the creek. Maybe next year!
Whupped after a day on the trails of Big Sur, we head 180 miles south to sleep well in Carpinteria for the night.