Big Sur in the Off Season
Highway 1 empties out after October. The fog sits low over Bixby Bridge until noon, the parking lots are half empty, and the coffee at the little bakery in Big Sur actually tastes better when you are not in a hurry.
I drove down from Monterey just after dawn, stopped at every turnout that looked promising, and shot two rolls of Portra 400. The marine layer burned off around one o'clock and the whole coastline turned the color of old postcards.
If you go: weekdays only, start early, and bring a paperback for the fog. The waiting is half the photograph.