They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Yet, I’m not sure any “beholder” can accurately describe the beauty I witnessed in Big Sur. I’ve played this write-up of Big Sur out in my head over and over again, and as I watched the lunar eclipse from the beach in arguably the most beautiful place on Earth, I realized it almost does it an injustice to try and describe. Henry Miller describes it best, “At dawn, Big Sur’s majesty is almost painful to behold. That same prehistoric look, the look of always, Nature smiling at herself in the mirror of eternity.” Some of North America’s most gravely endangered species existed all around me in full continuity with the human race as we watched yet again something rare: the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse. I listened to the sounds of the planets largest body of water while listening to the mating sounds of Elephant Seals. I watched a moon Halo come to life while California Condors witnessed the same beauty all around me. The real world Jurassic Park, I sat at the basin on the beach, and I felt energy like nothing before. Props to the preservation of our coexisting species and the beautiful power of Big Sur.
Grit Williams is a southpaw writer inspired by real-life events and double-barrel aged bourbon. He's six feet and 7 inches of 'hot takes' and 'calling it like he sees it.'