Highway one. Crystalline haunted sun. With the pacific masculine crash. my little one. Enthralled by the redwoods. As I write amongst monarchs and mist. Me and anais and henry and jack Kerouac. Me and the ohlone the esselen the salinan. Me and Julia and helmuth and brautigan. All roads lead to big sur. All roads home to big sur. Clear celestial and frogs. Fritz in cabins of logs. 'Mongst the springs we are barefoot and warm'd. Me and anais and henry and jack Kerouac. Me and the ohlone the esselen the salinan. Me and Julia and helmuth and brautigan. All roads lead to big sur. All roads home to big sur. I am climbing on the bluff. Beseeching god to answer us. Not much distracts from our shaman baker'y breakfast. This water'y heartbeat by the forest. Me and anais and henry and jack Kerouac. Me and the ohlone the esselen the salinan. Me and Julia and helmuth and brautigan. All roads home to big sur. Me and mickey and the paths high on the molera. Me and lolly and bill watching a red tail'd hawk. Me and the posts take it all in through the big ventana. All roads lead to big sur. All roads home to big sur. . Credits: alanis.com