Watching the stars in Big Sur

Confronting my worst self (and celebrities!) in the most beautiful place in the world

The Pacific Ocean glittered into the infinite distance and the sun rose above the mountains to warm the cool morning air that smelled like salt. I stood on a cliff and watched waves pound the coast in rhythm from this hotspot known for its salt baths, spirituality, and rumored ties to the CIA. Through a lover, I had attained an exclusive day pass to wan…