Pico Blanco Day Two.

Morning in the Ventana Wilderness.



The route. The destination.



The views back down to Highway 1 and the Pacific coast were neato.



Hiking in the morning, in the fog and mist, on a sunny day in April. It felt like this:



Not until right below the summit do you encounter much of the famous white marble and limestone that gives Pico Blanco its name.



On the summit. You get the idea.



Looking north into the void.



Summit cheese.



Pondering life's mysteries.



We really had to get going.



Luckily this peak comes with facilities.



Back down at the Little Sur we took a little nap.



Plenty of soft places to lay down.



Good views.



Back at the truck looking up. Pico Blanco from Old Coast Road.