Christmas Day, Day 10, we awake to the warm Big Sur air, waves, and mating elephant seals on the beach where we had spend the night. For a failed marine biolgist, happening upon these gargantuan, enormous, elephant-sized elephant seals on Christmas morning was quite meaningful. It was their biggest day of the year. That morning most of the years young were being born, (we got to see it happen!!) sows were stealing eachothers babes, bulls were attempting to mate with the unwilling and no longer pregnant sows, and the dominant bulls were masquerading their unbelievable size and sounds. They were a wild clan of seals, and we were fortunate enough to have a naturalist there to let us in on the details of what was going on. He was there to monitor the births of the new seals.
We spent the rest of the day driving the coast of Big Sur, without a doubt the most stunning place on Earth. I begged Leigh to turn around, "Portland is so rainy, and you can surf here, please we can live on the beach in a tent!"... but onward we went.
We stayed in upper wine country that night, and proceeded throught he enormous redwood forests along the coast the next day, making it, FINALLY, to Portland, OR around midnight!