A new dawn:
Locals had long called for a road along
the coast to aid shipwreck victims and improve access to isolated
communities. Construction started in
1919, and 18 years, 32 tonnes of dynamite and 33 bridges later, the Big Sur
stretch of California Highway One was complete.
The implausible route, with its
myriad twists and turns and dramatic drop-offs, became an instant classic. The author and painter Henry Miller fled to
Big Sur in 1944 and stayed for nearly two decades. Photographer Edward Weston and Beat
Generation bard Jack Kerouac fell under its spell. By the late 1960’s San Francisco’s
counterculture revolution had swept down to Big Sur, and the likes of Joan Baez
and Joni Mitchell performed on the cliff tops.
Much of Big Sur is now protected
within the confines of the Ventana Wilderness, Los Padres National Forest,
Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary and half a dozen state parks. Cruising down Highway One is a quintessential
California experience. And Big Sur
itself remains much as it always was: awesome, astonishing and surprisingly
pristine.
Where on earth?

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