Following a Trail of ‘Sex Cults + Anarchy’ In Search of Surf in Big Sur
photo: Tom Carey
We’ve been doing surf trips up and down the fine coast of California for some time now with Big Sur always being the highlight even if it’s near impossible to score great surf. We’ve also been reading the likes of Henry Miller and Hunter S. Thompson for even longer. The two aren’t as unrelated as one may initially think. In fact the Big Sur has always been a haven for writers, musicians, conspiracy theorists, and many more fringe of society dwellers.
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North is where the wedges get creepier. Where three is a crowd, but you don’t want to surf solo. Expand the mental library. Turn the phone off because there’s no service anyway and geo-tagging deserves a windshield waxing. Read a book. Sleep under the stars and rinse the salt off in freezing mountain streams. It’s the way wild bohemians have always done it in Big Sur. Don’t stay at the Post Ranch, but do charm a drink there for that opulent view ‘on the rocks.’ Instead get dirty and camp like a renegade. Go talk literature, mind expansion, and Off-Planet Intelligence with the staff and hanger-outers in the Henry Miller Library aka The Mothership. They’ll tell you some REAL shit.
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