Well that's not our vacation tale. The drive to Big Sur was filled plenty of tears alright... tears of my flippin' panic attack. Sure I'm smiling in these images, but take a closer look, you will see that I look nervous. Nervous is an understatement, smiling for these pics was nothing short of an achievement. I hate heights, and although I knew this road included cliffs and turns and high HIGH mountains, I figured I would feel safe in the comfort of a car. Nope. Within the first 30 minutes of driving on California's highway I noticed we were continuously climbing upward. Shortly thereafter we made a sharp turn and I looked down, big mistake. The rest of the drive consisted of, "Erik, slow down!" "But, I don't care if those cars are going faster than us, I care about our lives!" "Ahhh I hate Big Sur!" Yes, the words of a mad woman. Poor poor Erik. We had to pull over multiple times and I may have impulsively sucker punched his right arm when he went 40 around a 25 mph turn.
Do not fret this story doesn't end badly. Six long hours later we arrived safe and sound in Monterey. We lit a fire, then laughed profusely thinking about the insanity of