In order to get timing right with staying with Kelsy, we backtracked down to Big Sur after staying a couple days in Monterey. We camped in Pfeiffer Big Sur State park right amongst the giant redwood trees for two nights. The first day we got there moderately early in the afternoon, so we had plenty of time to go on a nice hike up to a small waterfall & a valley overlook point.
Along one of the trails
Shannon pitched an awesome tent! She's becoming quite the camper
Grillin' steaks for dinner the first night
Poking around in the fire
Glennis instructed us in the ways of banana boats, which may be the single best thing (and worst for you) to happen to camping since lightweight elastically-bound tent poles. Also, headlamps rock!
Preparing the banana boat: Cut a banana into two in a large piece of foil. Add chocolate, marshmellows, & caramel sauce. Seal up foil into a nicely folded package & place in hot coals. Eat.
The next day we took a ~5 mile hike up to Buzzards Roost point. It was still pretty foggy out, but thankfully we were below the fog level, so we could see out a ways.
I forget exactly what was going on here, but Shannon is our master of poses
[Edit: This would be Shannon's ninja pose, obviously. Look at that black ninja outfit! -Glennis]
Later that afternoon, we took a drive down to Julia Pfeiffer State Beach to see the somewhat famous waterfall onto the beach. Someone had actually owned a house right on the side of the hill there 60 years ago with access to this beach, and had donated it to the state park to be closed off so everyone could enjoy the unspoilt view.
The largest redwood in the park, the Colonial Tree
Its huuuuuuuuuuge!
Playing around on the pedestrian bridge over the raging river
Shannon judging the age of a felled tree
Since it is incredibly bad form to carve your name into trees/benches/fences, we instead carved our names into pieces of firewood.
Later that afternoon, we took a drive down to Julia Pfeiffer State Beach to see the somewhat famous waterfall onto the beach. Someone had actually owned a house right on the side of the hill there 60 years ago with access to this beach, and had donated it to the state park to be closed off so everyone could enjoy the unspoilt view.
The largest redwood in the park, the Colonial Tree
Its huuuuuuuuuuge!
Playing around on the pedestrian bridge over the raging river
Shannon judging the age of a felled tree
Since it is incredibly bad form to carve your name into trees/benches/fences, we instead carved our names into pieces of firewood.

