Revelation Big Sur


"I can't make anything of why the brightest light fade
Or how you slept a sleepless slumber
And through the rhythm of the timeless season
And you are the dark on my soul

And it's your love that I steal
And you're my cuts that won't close
And this, I'm certain and this, I'm certain
And this I'm certain

I don't see anything through all your worries
And the worst in people
And you're the builder of your own high temple
And that's the magic of your mind

And you're the reason that I'm down
But you're the promise that I found
And you're all that I got, who's the meanest
And who's a genius and who's mine

I can't seek anything
And from the bed, you lay and wonder
And from the morning, come like thunder
It's the downfall of your time

And you're the dark of our home
But still the home that I feel won't let up or let go
This, I'm certain and this, I'm certain
And this I'm certain."

/Mark Edward Kozelek, Red House Painters.

This year I finally got to take that roadtrip along Coast highway 1. I didn´t dare to do it last year, because I was alone. I made a wish last year in Encinitas (surfspot north of San Diego) that I would have some company this year, and made a mental picture of it. It actually came true. Simon is my boyfriend since may and when he asked me in the beginning of our relationship if I would like him to visit California with me I thought of my wish and of course I said yes. 
The thing I did not expect was that this trip would get so cloudy. After a 20-dollar-drive through 17 mile drive from Monterey to Carmel by the Sea, a lunch-break in a little backyard coffee shop in Carmel and about 1 hour drive along Cabrillo highway, somewhere near Point Lobos State Reserve the sun disappeared. I did not get those clearblue pictures and memories. But some dark ones. Anyway Big Sur´s beauty is staggering as the fog settles into the Santa Lucia Mountains, above beaches lined with tide pools and rock formations.
And sometimes it feels dangerous here. For writer Kerouac the ocean became dangerous, and bridges places of potential death. "I gulp to wonder why it has the reputation of being beautiful above and beyond its fearfulness... those vistas when you drive the coast highway on a sunny day opening up the eye for miles of horrible washing sawing," he wrote. I agree.
Our final destination, Piedras Blancas Lightstation. We did not have the time to go to Hearst Castle this year. The little rental car had to be returned.
 Here is a link to the music reflected by the lyrics in the beginning of this blog-entry: Revelation Big Sur by Red House Painters. A group I listened to a lot in my early years: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4ODbKjK50s
 
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