Just looking at that picture takes a little of the edge off, doesn’t it? One of the (many) things I miss about life on the West Coast is the ability to take spontaneous trips down the coast to Big Sur, so this inspired some wistful memories. One thing, though — apparently no one told the writer about my favorite place to stay in the area, Ripplewood. You can camp there, which I have done, but I prefer their cabins, several of which have kitchens, bathrooms, even fireplaces. I haven’t been there in many years, but if their website is up to date, it looks like they’re still the area’s best bargain.