Matuse Family: Michael Kew
Photo: Michael Kew
Camping eliminates creature comforts and outdoor cooking, instead replaced by hot smoky campfires, tipsy postprandial walks, rough slumber without good shelter. It is time best spent alone. And so driving on Highway 1 too may harken of times preceding chambers of commerce and expensive seafront homes, before the vintners and abalone pickers and gargantuan RVs, before elegant art galleries and bed-and-breakfast romance, before retirees and southerners en masse fled their suburban sprawl, which people actually needed to escape so they could revisit nature. But when the south was rural, why go north? It was much colder, much darker, vastly remote—decades ago, to Southern California surfers, Santa Barbara was a fringe, Santa Cruz was arctic, and nobody seemed to know what lay north of San Francisco.
– Michael Kew
Excellent photo! I love that you put a photo of the ocean in black and white, it gives it an old time feeling. I liked how you describe camping as well