Big Sur is MAGIC. Pure, jaw-dropping, twisting and turning, magic. Max and I slept under the redwoods and spent our days driving up and down the coast; backtracking often because it was THAT beautiful. I’ll never forget just how breath-taking it all was (and how good of a sport Max was to pull over every 50 feet or so for a photo). We were so smitten we have since returned countless times and have loved getting to know the California coast that much more.