Yesterday, the California sun was blazing, and the scenery was as clear as water. The air seemed transparent and had a shape, and a faint milky white was diffused in the vague waves. This time, perhaps out of nostalgia, I deliberately came here to continue the trip on Highway 1 that was interrupted last year. From the old fisherman's wharf to Monterey Bay, passing through the 17-mile road known as the most beautiful in the world, and crossing the Bixby Bridge, to the Cape Seal Lighthouse, Bird Rock, Pebble Beach, etc. Shuttled along the edge of the blue sea, there were low-rise mansions of different styles everywhere, scattered among the trees and grass that were blown by the sea breeze all year round. The sea was deep, and the sky was shining, but it was just as blue as dye. Where the sun was at its best, it was shimmering and swaying, forming a dazzling piece. The magnificence along the way seemed to be inferior to the Great Ocean Road in Australia, especially the reefs on the seaside, scattered and dark, the waves rushed from here layer by layer, and the white foam on the beach was like snow, which lasted for a long time. Strolling in Monterey during the day, thousands of sails stood in a row, and looking into the distance seemed to be an expedition just beginning. Staying overnight in Carmel is like entering the Shire, and it seems that a Hobbit might come out at any time. This town is quite clean, with exquisite houses, hidden in the lush greenery. There are often walls full of bougainvillea that are as warm as fire, or a ground of hanging fuchsias that are dotted like lights. Especially various kinds of succulents, as tall as buildings and as big as bowls, can be seen everywhere. This day is like the mountains and the sea, the sun is high, the waves and rocks collide, eagles and birds soar, the heart is focused and the mind is relaxed, and I don’t feel crazy. This is a record.