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Trespassing Behind the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur, California
“One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” Yes, the library itself is cool. But listen to Mr. Miller and look just past his bookery for a slightly different Big Sur encounter. Step off the prescribed wooden walkway and onto the forest floor. Back there is a miniature valley of sorts, a deep pit in which to channel runoff and collect detritus. The air is crisp and moist. There is no sound but for the birds, the wind through tree tops hundreds of feet above you, and your quiet footsteps on the thick blanket of shed leaves and bark. Under ancient redwood cover sits a structure formed by giant metal loops. Each ring is the size of a human being, linking together to make a rock fall barrier. Suitably framed by redwoods of comparable stature, you’ve found the grandfather of all metal fences here, in this unintentional Amphitheatre of the Very Large. Enchanted, you wonder just how big a rock would have to be before it could break through all that support to crush you.
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