Createspace Independent Publishing Platform Big sur trilogy - part iii - the road: america's last pioneer family, paperback/gary m. koeppel

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The Big Sur Trilogy is the story about one of the last pioneer families in America who lived freely and self-sufficiently in a remote area of the central California known as Big Sur.

The Trilogy spans over 100 years and depicts the hard but rewarding life of three generations of the Zande Allan family.

The Big Sur Coast extends 100 miles from Carmel to San Simeon and is bordered by the Santa Lucia Mountains and Pacific Ocean.

This remote wilderness contains some of the most rugged terrain in the American continent.

From the beginning of time the south coast was accessible only by foot, mule or horseback.

Although inhabited by three nomadic American Indian tribes, the Spaniards refused to travel along the coast because of the high mountains, steep canyons and deepwater crossings.

In the 1870s a wagon road was built from Mal Paso Crossing to Bixby Creek Ranch.

The next 74 miles of the Coast was not accessible by auto until 1937 with the opening of Highway One, which took eighteen years to build, mostly by convict labor using dynamite and steam shovels.

When completed, it became the only road in the United States that went directly from a horse trail to an auto road, thus bypassing the traditional, interim wagon road.

The road changed forever the lives of the Big Sur homesteaders as the mainstream modern American culture motored into their once-private coast.

Before the road, few 'outlanders' visited the south coast because travel was strenuous, the trail precarious and the homesteads were few and far between, but those who ventured there were greeted with coast hospitality, lively conversation and ranch grown food.

The Big Sur pioneer families worked long hours and full days with little time for frills or fancy things, and they had no patience for what was not plain spoken.

A trip to Monterey to buy supplies or to Salinas to sell cattle took three hard days by horseback along narrow trails at the edge of granite cliffs often falling straight to the sea some 2000 feet.