Bixby Bridge, CA
A landslide had bitten a chunk out of the road just north of the famous Bixby Bridge, choking traffic headed through the remote Big Sur region. It was a big inconvenience for just about everyone in the area, except for me, vehicularly disabled as I was. The CalTrans road crew was letting pedestrians through twice a day, at 7 am and 4 pm. I camped in a clearing beneath the bridge and walked through with about 40 other people the next morning.
On the other side, by the Bixby Bridge, most people had a ride to take them the 14 or so miles into Big Sur Valley. Within 15 minutes they all cleared out, leaving me alone to eat my breakfast smack dab in the middle of the most famous bridge in California with no worry for passing traffic. On the walk into Big Sur, usually choked with tourist traffic, I counted exactly 17 cars. The gods smiled on this pilgrim on a glorious day.