The Bounty of Big Sur

I’d never gone to Big Sur before. But the place has always beckoned from afar. Cliffs soaring hundreds of feet above the rocky shore. Redwood groves threatening to overtake the road. The fog, a persistent blanket of moodiness. The twists and turns of Pacific Coast Highway, which hugs those cliffs closer than you want to think while gripping the wheel. We got to drive it a few weeks ago during our first family vacation with the little one. It was not Kristen’s first time in... Read More