yes sur!

do californians EVER get out of their cars? how come they dont all have super fat asses?

yesterday i took my life into my hands and drove the pacific coast highway south of san fransisco through big sur.

through out the 3 hour ordeal i was overwhelmed with:

1. overwhelming beauty
2. overwhelming fear of dying horribly on the rocks below

i made several interesting sounds including but not limited to:

1. whimpering
2. giggling*
3. screaming
4. arguing with my mother (and who wouldn't when surrounded by immeasurable beauty?)

*please take note: this was not the good giggling. this is the kind of giggling i do when they are running tests on me at the hospital. i actually got out at every other overlook, looked over and then ran back to the car cackling like a drunk canadian. adrenalin? check.