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Jack wakes up the next morning having slept in the white sand next to the creek.
Looking up the bridge he crossed last night, he can see why he was so scared – it looks like a thousand foot sheer drop down the ocean from there.
The scene terrifies him, especially when he notes the car underneath the bridge that fell through the rail and crashed down 1,000 feet.
He can't understand why Big Sur has a reputation of being beautiful when it is in fact so fearful in its "Blakean groaning roughrock Creation throes, those vistas when you drive the coast highway on a sunny day opening up the eye for miles of horrible washing sawing."