One Saturday back in September we were driving South down the coast of California, from San Francisco en route to San Luis Obispo to attend and photograph the wedding of two of our very best friends. We stopped for the afternoon in Big Sur, a place we had visited once before on our last coastal road trip and had dreamed about ever since. Big Sur lies along the Central Coast where the Santa Lucia Mountains rise abruptly from the Pacific Ocean, causing some of the most beautiful cliffs, canyons, and vistas. We rolled all the windows down and listened to Neil Young, stopped for coffee at Big Sur Bakery, admired the cactus and pine, and as we descended a canyon to reach one of Big Sur's many magical coves, Phil popped the question. We ended the day by checking into the world famous/kitsch ridiculous Madonna Inn once we reached San Luis Obispo. We are planning our wedding for next July, on the same day my grandparents were married in 1942.