Those are not my words. Robinson Jeffers wrote them a century ago. But that's very much how I felt after driving across the Rocky Mountains, Colorado Plateau, Great Basin, Mojave Desert, Central Valley, and Coast Range to reach the "Continent's End" as Jeffers called it. He loved this rugged coast with off and on fog—a place where we can "unhumanize our views a little, and become confident, as the rock and ocean ... "
|Estero Beach State Park north of Cayucos, in intermittent fog.|
|Herring Gulls probably (note pink leg).|
|Seabirds as sculpture.|
|This one is harder to explain ;)|
|The beloved and the despised: orange California Poppy and yellow Black Mustard (actually, some people like the yellow patches the mustard adds to our grasslands).|
|Looking south with a bit of ocean and strand visible below the fog bank.|
|The rugged north end of Point Sal beach ... a view I will never tire of!|