Halfway to our destination, and it started pouring, of course. We hadn't checked the weather report. Still, two hours passed and the fog we had entered an hour before started to let up. Breaking waves were becoming visible through the fog, then cliffs and streams. We continued up the coast to Big Sur, an area usually teaming with tourists but now all but shut down due to landslides and other havoc wreaked by weeks of abnormally heavy rainfall.
Further north we began dodging falling rocks as the roadway derriorated—even rock crawling a good portion of the way. The only other people we saw were Caltrans workers and a few locals who also had off-road trucks. With no plans, we continued to see how far we could get as the sun set. After an hour of slow, technical driving we arrived in darkness at the fallen bridge.