The inside of Big Sur Roadhouse before breakfast. I love spaces like this that are relaxed but beautiful. This is the restaurant that serves the cabin and rooms where we’re staying.
We had a yummy hiker-friendly breakfast to get the day started. I had the huevos rancheros and we shared a fresh fruit bowl. Not pictured: my latte and our complimentary homemade donuts.
If you’ve been following the nature news of California lately, you might have heard about the mudslide that happened about a month ago. There was another landslide that damaged a bridge so badly that they had to blow it up this winter. (They have since rebuilt and reopened the bridge.) And, at some other point, there was a third mudslide. All three are along Highway 1.
So, our plans to hike extensively were rather hindered by all the natural shifting going on and a lot of the trails being closed for various reasons. We still went to Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park, but our options were a bit limited. They recently built a Bypass Trail from campsite #31 that you can hike to the rest of Big Sur from. So, we did that.
When we arrived to what the locals are affectionately calling “The Island” the options for transport were rather limited. There’s a shuttle bus that runs people back and forth about five miles to local businesses. We discovered a new electric bike rental shop that had just opened today. The plan was to bike 18 miles roundtrip to see a bunch of sites, but we only made it halfway. These 70-pound bikes were quite a challenge and the local highway traffic was a bit scary. It was fun but it would have been better if I’d been on a bike in the past ten years.
It was pretty foggy while we were riding. I loved the steepness of the cliffs and the rocky coast reminded me of Hawaii or Ireland. It was hard to take in the sights and stay on my bike. I only fell off once when another bike passed me out of nowhere. He circled back and I told him I was fine, just a little bruised ego and wrist sprain.
The best part about the biking was definitely this helmet’s color.
Or perhaps when it was over. The local hard ciders and fire-roasted salsa and chips we had on the back patio of Big Sur Taphouse.