I have wondered about this beach with its palm trees, and was happy to have looked it up this time because I love the name China Basin Beach.
I’ve wondered if there’s a micro-climate here that has enabled those trees to survive where it’s so cold. I’ve wondered how they haven’t been killed by the salt water that surely reaches them on storm tides. I’ve wondered who has the key to that gate at the top and drives down onto the beach. I like wondering. 🙂
Then there’s the beauty of Gamboa Point. Variations in rock and water color. Crevices and sea caves that I imagine riding the surge into on a calm day with the echo of vast Pacific and lone gull behind me. Always the road is so near yet centuries away, and at most every creek it leaps across a bridge like this graceful arched one at Big Creek.
Along the hills and sometimes close to the cliffs are houses like these near Rat Creek. They beg the question of where these people earn a living when a commute outside the Big Sur area is practically impossible.
Nearby at Dolan Canyon another cluster of homes hint at where their residents might work.
Close across their canyon and John Little State Reserve at Lime Creek is a place that probably offers many nearly year round jobs for the hardy souls choosing to live on this coast. I plan to make that place, named Esalen, the focus of my next post.
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