Stuck in Big Sur! (Day Four)

Alissa: Good news! Caltrans opened one of the two road closures and anticipates opening the other one tomorrow!

The road looks like it took a beating.


Yikes! The hole is FIVE FEET deep!

I’m going to have to ask my brother, who knows everything there is to know about concrete and asphalt, how this could happen.

(Funny story, which I bet he doesn’t remember: When we were both home from college one year for Thanksgiving and we were both doing homework, he looked at me and asked, “Wanna guess how much rebar you need in your driveway so an elephant could walk on it?” I remember snickering to myself about the course titles on his spiral bound notebooks: Dirt I, Soils I, … and remember asking him, “Does one take Dirt and Soils II?” The answer, my friends, is yes. Yes one does.)

For our (hopefully!) final evening here, Glen enjoyed his final Sonoma County themed wine and cheese hour,

we went back to the local pub (which had the best food of our four possible restaurant options),

Alissa’s wingspan not nearly as long as that of a condor’s!

and we devoted time to our Jedi training.

Actually, post our trip to the Japanese baths, about which Alissa declared that “underwhelming” was too generous a description.

We’re going to wait for the Caltrans announcement tomorrow about the second road closure, then head out on our way. So that you can have a sense of what we’re dealing with regarding our knowledge about the weather, here’s the forecast from the two sites I’ve been using:

Yay! Only a 20% chance of rain!
Boo! A 60% chance of rain!

If we’ve learned anything from this interlude here in Big Sur, it’s embodied in the sage words of Dr. Glen Whitney, PhD: “Weather prediction is hard.”