From The Glimpse Traveler:
Outside it would gradually turn to wheat and grazing land, to full-blown prairie, not simply land wrenched by sweat and axe from its woods. Because hadn't it always been like this, endless and pretty much treeless? I knew those fields would eventually give way, rolling on and out to mountains I'd heard of, to this thing, the sea, only a word to someone of my land-locked childhood but the dazed, bluest eye of it, multiplied way past eight zillion times.
[. . . .] So we got to Big Sur. I don't know what the place is like now but then, there wasn't all that much there, in the way of stores and streets and houses, I mean. The ocean, of course, its immense heart beating as usual, those mountains beginning just a shade east of the highway and rearing into cliffs or sometimes they gently rose.Photo by barely_legal