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Big Sur River Inn | Big Sur River Inn

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    The gray, somber, ever-present fog clung to the coast north and south as far as our eyes could see. As we looked down the last stretch of Highway 1 and saw wispy shreds of the fog yielding to blue sky and warm sun, our spirits lifted. Ah, there's Big Sur, a cup of loveliness sheltered...
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Big Sur is singing its deep quiet song today.  Everyone hears it differently, but it's there, one that must listen to in a redwood grove or at the river's edge. Its voice is joined by redtail hawks, jays, juncos, gurgling river currents and rustling dry grasses of midsummer.     You drive...