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Showing posts with label trips. Show all posts

Nepenthe

Last weekend my little fam took a trip down to Big Sur for a belated Mother's Day lunch at Nepenthe. I took so many photos this is going to be a two-parter. I'll start with a bit of the drive down Highway One, which is beautiful and scenic and highly recommended to anyone visiting California's coast. Also known as Pacific Coast Highway,  or PCH, this 655  mile (mostly) two lane roadway runs from along nearly two-thirds of California's Pacific coast. Big Sur itself consists of about ninety miles of wild, rocky coastline that has long been known for it's savage beauty, remote access and sparse population.


Oreo came along, though she wasn't allowed in the restaurant. She enjoyed the drive and the walk we went on later in Los Padres National Forest. But for now, on to Nepenthe. Nestled right off the highway on the hills overlooking the ocean, the restaurant was founded by the Fassett family in a log cabin on the spot in the late forties. The previous owners were Orson Welles and Rita Hayworth, who bought the rustic wooden cabin on the cliff using pocket change during a drive to L.A. on the (then) new scenic Highway One. Though the volatile couple never actually returned to the spot after that occasion, they were only a few of the many roving artists to be captivated by the area's torrid charms.


The word nepenthe itself comes from Greek: to remedy sadness or ease sorrow. As the website says, "In Greek, Nepenthe means 'isle of no care,' a place to find surcease from sorrow. So it continues to be for travelers today. A place to stop, to dream, to lift a cup to kindness..." And it certainly has become such a stopping point, and not just because of it's spectacular views of the Santa Lucia Mountains and the Pacific Ocean. Eric enjoyed the restaurant's popular Ambrosia burger, while mom and I sampled the artichoke, Mexican spiced grilled prawns on green tea noodles, albacore tuna sandwich, and an amazing layered lemony cake with raspberry mousse for dessert. That's what I call a surcease from sorrow, yum!


We were lucky enough to miss the ever-present fog that hounds the central coast. It started to roll in just as we were taking a few goodbye photos of the Phoenix and checking out the gift shop. The statue was carved in the seventies out of the fallen trunk of a solid old oak tree that had grown on the property for many years. In the late sixties, a dancing scene was filmed on the patio by Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor for the film "The Sandpiper." The wire cage in the left background is the fire pit, it looks exactly the same!

The Red Hot Chili Peppers mention the area in "Road Trippin.'" Hunter S. Thompson worked at the hot springs up the road. Jack Kerouac recounts a bender there in his 1962 novel Big Sur, which is currently on its way to being released as a movie starring Josh Lucas and Kate Bosworth and with a soundtrack by The National (um, I hope it beats the hell out of The Rum Diaries movie!) Henry Miller wrote of his nearly two decades in and around Nepenthe in Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch. If you're interested in learning more about the historic restaurant and the immediate area, consider checking out the book "My Nepenthe: Bohemian Tales..." by the Fassett's granddaughter Romney Steele.

And how cute is this poster of the quintessential VW bus trip?

Pacific Blue



macy's blouse via crossroads trading co.
vintage dooney & bourke handbag • daniblack shoes via crossroads 
 a.j.morgan cat-eye sunglasses • h&m cardigan

On Saturday Eric, Oreo, my mom and I headed down Highway One to Big Sur for a belated Mother's Day treat. Lucky lucky us, it was a beautiful day. I would have worn cropped pencil pants to complete the starlet-on-retreat vibe, but I settled on my trusty jeans, cuffed. We had lunch at Nepenthe, a lovely place overlooking a pristine expanse of Pacific Ocean, and walked to a little forest waterfall in the hills afterward. It was actually almost a hike, so I switched into Van's for that part. Stay tuned for more photos of the trip (and food!) later this week ♥ 

P.S. That brown plant is an extremely tall dormant agave plant. Usually they're around man height; this one and it's partner are growing close to thirty feet tall!

Carmel Day 3

Wow it's already Wednesday! This is the his weekend was so relaxing and fun. I spent some time browsing charity shops and came away with an awesome haul! We also did a little peruse of Doris Day's hotel The Cypress Inn (also full of poodles this weekend), various cookie shops and stopped at the Mission on our way out of town.



There could be worse things on your grave than palm trees and abalone shells, no?


Saw the most beeee-utiful vintage sewing machine...



...and lovely sunsets. Ate more seafood in a weekend than I normally do in a year. Walked more than I usually do, too haha. Bonded with my moms. Stopped at Target halfway home and found a few goodies, including the dress (and tights) I wore back to work on Monday. I have a bunch of warm, fuzzy, sunset-drenched memories (and photos) of this lovely weekend, the joy of being home  next to my man again, a pile of "new" clothes to play with. What more could I ask for? ♥


Carmel Day 2



Saturday we were woken up at eight a.m. by Oreo's yelps, which were caused by other guests moving about on the grounds. If you've ever traveled with a pet, you probably know that it can be a bit trying at times (I imagine this is what kids are like, multiplied by a million—yikes!) but I'm still glad we all had this nice weekend all together. Breakfast was freshly made and served outside in the already-warm morning sunshine; I never liked scones before this delicious Almond Cherry confection! I highly recommend the Edgemere Cottages and friendly proprietor, D ♥


Carmel is a wealthy, extremely dog-oriented little community just south of Monterey and Pebble Beach. Almost all the galleries, restaurants, hotels and stores encourage you to bring your pet with you, and everywhere you look are happy, content dogs and their masters. Lo and behold, the weekend we were there boasted a Poodle Parade. We took Oreo to the beach (they're all dog beaches) in the afternoon, and it was packed with illustrious poodles playing after they pranced with their owners, who often wore similar bows or accessories. Tall poodles, tiny poodles, black, white, brown, and mottled poodles, poodles who looked like cotton candy — it was crazy! Poor little Oreo was more than a little concerned, even though these were all the nicest of pups.


One more post full of Carmel photos + an outfit = tomorrow :]