My first trip up Highway One of California was in 1967, and I was 11 years old. There is a sharp curve approaching a large rock you had to slowly drive around. Someone painted on that rock, “If you hit this rock you get daisies.” I went from San Clemente in south Orange County to Big Sur. We went to a restaurant called The Nepenthe. At that time all the hippies from LA went to Big Sur, and the restaurant was full of long hairs. There was some strange sculpture of Christ on the cross, at least that’s what I thought it was in my 11 year old mind. A few years ago I went north from Morro Bay to Big Sur in my long gone 1967 VW camper. I stayed the night in San Simeon not far from Hearst’s Castle. Hearst is a familiar name in newspaper publishing, and the Hearst family donated alot of money to my Alma Mater, the University of California at Berkeley (Berzerkeley). Another former student was the infamous Patty Hearst, heiress to the Hearst newspaper fortune. I went to the Nepenthe again, but it became a yuppie spot for LA gentrification. I sat on the deck on a warm, sunny, July day, and there was no hint of any fog. I sat looking south and saw a California Condor slowly sailing in the wind, and the mountain jutting into the ocean looked like a zen painting. Complete and total art created by nature. In the Spaniard days of California Highway One was partially called El Camino Real, and it still runs through my hometown of San Clemente, CA. I have been on Highway One from San Diego to the Northern California border. It is a splendorous journey, with many beautiful beaches. But between Big Sur and Morro Bay there are beaches that boggle the mind. I am quite glad for you, Kelli, that you were able to see some of the most mystical beaches in the world. Jim sings of it in the song The End: “Ride the King’s Highway, baby, Weird scenes inside the gold mine.”