Week 33 and the last beach of the challenge.
Steve made the movie. I love it. It’s perfect. If a picture is worth 1000 words, a video is worth an entire blog post.
San Carpoforo. Some consider it the southern-most tip of Big Sur. Vast. Wide. Big. Gorgeous waves. Gorgeous beach. Driftwood city. Sea anemone paradise. I love this beach. I love this beach. I love this beach.
You park on Highway 1, a few miles north of Piedras Blancas. The beach itself is at the end of San Carpoforo canyon and creek. It’s a medium walk through chaparral, then along the creekside that peters out before it reaches the ocean.
Snowy Plovers, little miniature birds just six-inches tall, lay their eggs on the sand and, consequently, rule Central Coast beaches.
The beach is a great one for driftwood. And driftwood architecture.
Driftwood and sea rocks. Rocks. Big rocks. A cove of them.
Maybe you can’t tell from this photo, but it was a super low-tide. These rocks? Probably not exposed often.
Case in point: the underside of these rocks was lined with hanging sea anemones.
Hanging sea anemones… like something from a science fiction marine biology field trip.
While I explored the intertidal zone, Steve made a driftwood/kelp beach installment.
Walking back to the car, the sunsetting behind us cast a pretty glow on the hills to the east.
As well as on this cyprus tree. I liked the play of brown, dead limbs, green living limbs and the orange cast from the sunset.
A beautiful sunset was the perfect ending to the day and a perfect ending to my Beach a Week venture.