Peter and I spent a fantastic thirty-six hours in Big Sur a few weeks ago. It's only about two hours away from Oakland, but seems like a totally different world. We got lost and crossed this river three times. Peter took off his shoes every time; I was too lazy and walked around with soaked sneakers. Plus, I don't like slimy rocks. One time Mike and I were lounging on some rocks in the middle of the Sandy River; upon eventual leisurely inspection, he discovered they were covered with kazillions of leeches. Scarred for life!
I love, love, love the Central Coast. Maybe this is why I'm not wildly driven to travel; California has so much to offer.
Tiger, Tiger by Emil White
This guy was apparently Henry Miller's best buddy in Big Sur; I don't know why his work isn't more well-known as it is way awesome.
The Henry Miller Library was a quaint little place; even if you're not into Henry Miller (I'm not), it has a small, strange selection of books and a gigantic cat. It takes a lot of commitment to actually live in Big Sur, which he did for a long time.
There were tons of posters of the films adapted from his sexy-time books.