Dancing with Danger
11 months ago in Big Sur, California
“Hi there, so, the two of us are on motorcycles…” Barron looks at me and cocks his head to the side. "Oh, right.." Id nearly forgotten - we still have plenty of cash from our gigs in Atascadero. I just start the pitch out of habit sometimes. “Anyway, my friend and I are passing through, and we’re looking for a place to grab some brews and maybe a view.” I was just being friendly. I saw the beer brimming from the fridges that lined the back room. The small convenience store had a patio that jutted out over the edge of cliff, rising a thousand feet above the jagged coastline of Big Sur. The views really don’t get any better than this. The store manager appeared discontent, but finally mustered a response that matched her body language. Stiffening up, and with some attitude, “Nepenthe’s down the street ten miles. It’s world renown. Food’s better here, though.” Convincing, huh? Pep and I just wanted to split a six-pack and relax for an hour or two. I needed to unwind after my first real motorcycle wreck.
I passed through Big Sur last summer and paid $45 for a campsite. Pep and I knew finding a cheap place to camp was going to be a challenge in the tourist trap. Luckily, a friend had...