Rainwater in the eucalyptus groves along the highway. Young, green shoots, tapered leaves, damp undergrowth.
When it comes to breathtaking American vistas, Big Sur easily tops the list. The river flowing from the mountains flows into a mist-shrouded sea. The sunsets over the Pacific are something out of this world. From there, you almost feel the magnetic presence of Asia across the ocean.
Driving along Highway 1—top down—the highway has its own music: the howling wind, the car tilting curve after curve, each time revealing a new suspension bridge, a secret beach, a resonant mountain. Poets and mystics have always populated this enchanted place.
And the flora of the California coast is incredibly diverse. Big Sur thrives on its microclimate of heat and fog, a unique balance that creates an almost supernatural landscape.