Holy Big Sur

Over the holiday break, my boyfriend and I drove up and down the California cost. We drove as far north as San Francisco and as far south as Los Angeles. Big Sur was day two on the trip. My research on the location and parks was fairly extensive. My main concern was to not get eaten by a mountain lion while innocently hiking. I’m a city girl; I can defend myself in a city with millions. Out the wild, I’m hopeless…and a baby. My research only failed me in one area….No. Cell. Service. Do you watch Homeland? Remember the episode when they were weaning Sargent Brody off of heroine cold turkey? It was only when I lost signal in Big Sur, did I truly understand that emotion. I digress…

A majority of my research revolved around which trail to conquer, being that there are several. When you are in Big Sur you want to make the most of the day, and the most of the daylight, because their isn’t much to do once the sun goes down. We found two trails that gave us a quick fix of Big Sur, and by quick fix I mean five miles 🙂 The city girl in me kicks in and I start to worry about grazing the plethora of poison oak that lines the trails. I felt like we were in the Bowser level of Mario Brothers walking on a cobblestone plank with lava to my left and my right. Whether it was poison oak or it wasn’t, I pretended like it was. I did not want spend my vacation chilling in an oatmeal bath. Nope. 

The views were breathtaking and unfiltered! The colors were so vibrant I didn’t need to “amaro” my Instragram uploads. The second trail took us to McWay Falls, which is the most commonly associated image with Big Sur. See my photo above.                                   

At night we dined at Sierra Mar at the Post Ranch Inn resort. Now, there aren’t many resorts in Big Sur. When I say many, I mean no more than two. Post Ranch Inn is the elitist of Big Sur. It’s a gated resort with a security post at the entrance to protect the riffraff from coming in – good thing we had a reservation 🙂 You drive up a candle lit road that takes you to the top of a mountain, where the resort lies. After you park the car and walk in the dark, in heels, you enter through another building where they ask your identity again. Double riffraff security check. From thereeeeeee, we were escorted to the second floor of this building and shown out to a path that goes up, and no end in site. It made me feel like I was going to the Swiss Family Robinson house.

Finally we arrive and are treated with the highest of highest customer service. The dinner was a four course Chef’s choose meal, with an amuse-bouche and Chef candies sprinkled in. Our waiter Trevor, was by for the most awkward person we have ever met, by the most pleasant and kind….after we got him to open up! When he came to enlighten us on each course, I felt like I was talking to James Limpton. Amazing.