Bluejake

I was ten miles south of Big Sur and the sun was setting, so I decided to pull off the road and enjoy the experience. No one was there except this guy in a Hell's Angel jacket, and he was smoking a cigarette at the other side of the parking lot very much lost in his own thoughts. The rest of the drive was pretty exciting- but north of Big Sur the road became straighter and I was able to make fast time to Monterey. After I found rooms at the Pacific Hotel, I walked down to the Wharf. It was only 11pm, but the only people out were the seals- and they don't really count as people.

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