Day 29

Nest day!
Very excited by the prospect of West in the Nest (a phrase gleefully coined by the girl on reception), Matthew leaped out of bed and opened the yurt to be met with thick fog. The ocean was no longer visible and everything was cold and wet. Hmm, not looking good. Still, we must remain positive and the friendly hippy seems to think it will burn off by lunchtime. Time for breakfast, and Matthew finding a new talent - waffle making! The other glampers were very jealous as Matthew made a perfect waffle, while theirs were falling apart! So, what to do today? Having planned a day on the beach, we had to rethink and explore our options again. The friendly hippy gave us some sound advice and we headed north to Nepenthe. Here, there is a beautiful restaurant overlooking the ocean, so we stopped for brunch. The view, so they say, is amazing. All we could see was fog; so much for it burning off by lunchtime! Still, the food made up for it - Eggs Benedict for Lynne and the Café Kevah special for Matthew (Eggs Benedict but with crab meat and avocado). We carried on exploring the Big Sur and did make it to the beach, but only to stand in amazement at the size and wildness of the waves. With the cold and fog, we might as well have been at Tynemouth!
We finally accepted that the fog wasn’t going to burn off and headed back to check in to the nest. The advice from the lady was to set up our tent below, so that if it did get too wet, we could sleep in there. Off we went to our home for the night, armed with our tent and sleeping bags. This would have been amazing if the fog had lifted! The nest perches at the edge of Treebones, which is up a steep hill; the view of the ocean would have been perfect. Instead, there was a pervading wall of fog and dampness. We were determined to brave it anyway and sleep there, but set the tent up just in case. This was expertly done in a matter of minutes, so once again it was time for food. Tonight we decided to sample the on-site sushi bar, which was a hidden gem. Expertly prepared by a Mexican who learned how to make sushi in LA, it was surprisingly good!
Full of more great grub and fortified by a bottle of wine or two, we climbed the ladder and snuggled into our sleeping bags for what proved to be a unexpectedly good night’s sleep, drifting off to the sound of the waves and, of course, the sealions barking far below.