Big Sur

Wendy Smith	9:41 AM (2 hours ago)
to me, Daddy

Hi Dad and Carol,

I received this regarding a gorgeous print this morning and have always longed to go to Big Sur. It's unforgivable I never got there during my 12 years in San Francisco. Do we have any lore / roots / connection there?

Thank  you for everything you've sent thus  far. I'm relishing the journey you are allowing me to take via your knowledge and memories. 

xoxoxooox.w

Graham Smith	10:52 AM (1 hour ago)
to Wendy, me

A quick search of my archives did not recover any information about Smith-Davis in Big Sur. We drove up Ca Highway 1 several times, once with Carol and Trent, but just stopped to sightsee. Lots of contacts in Santa Barbara and the Rebstocks in Cayucos, 

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to Graham, Wendy

I remember the trip up the coast with your parents, Wendy.  As Graham said, we were traveling up Hwy 1 in our vw van.  I think we picked up your parents in Santa Barbara where they were for a medical meeting.  Drove up, visited Gail and Mel in Cayucos, and kept on driving up Hwy 1 through Big Sur and ending in Carmel. 

But let me think, we did take other trips up there when the kids were younger.  We had one overnight trip up there where we stayed in a nice resort/camp style cabin in Big Sur.  There was a favorite restaurant there too, which I think had a gorgeous view of the coast. But I can't remember the name of it. I bet it is still there.  And maybe it was on this same trip we found ourselves coming back from Monterey/Carmel to Big Sur on that freaky, scary Hwy 1 at night in the FOG!!  Had to go back because we were spending the night there!

Those stretches of Hwy 1 are spectacular but scary.  Very narrow and winding with massively steep drop-offs hundreds of feet into the Pacific Ocean.  It's fabulous, but don't wait until you are too old.  You will be too frightened.  I remember one of the last times we visited Gail in Cayucos, she told us she absolutely would not drive up that road any more.  And I remember times driving up there with Trent, we would run into big slides of earth down on the roadway--cliffs above and below.  

Oh, one other thing--you have to go to Clint Eastwood's restaurant in Carmel for Sunday brunch!

So that's my story for now, my dears.      Carol