We drove on to Carmel by the Sea which was filled with fairy houses and art galleries, and now we were most definitely in the realm of my future home, so much so that Courtney was getting sick of hearing about it. We ran around seeing good and bad and interesting and lame art, and talked about death and reincarnation, and bought bread and salami and goat cheese at Costco for camping, and then we headed on to Big Sur.We were getting into the ridiculously scenic part of the drive, and I coerced Courtney into stopping one more time so I could run down, down, down toward the sunset. The beach and I were alone and it was an experience so intensely vivid and beautiful that I would never try to write about it, and I'm glad I didn't take pictures.
I came back up and we drove on and then we did take some pictures:
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