With a minus tide promised at a reasonable hour, I convinced the Old Man to accompany me out to the Lost Coast. Of course, to make it out by 9:00 we had to leave by 7:30 but this view as we approach "the Wall" heading down to the water is always worth it.
The rocks were exposed giving us a great place for climbing along with poking and prodding the marine residents.
Can you see him? He's tiny.
The view looking south at an empty beach and the King Range was phenomenal. 
See Mark. See Mark tempt fate by chipping away at the berm of the Mattole River as it converged with the sea. See our little pinniped friends as they surfed the wash that churned them from three directions. They kept a close watch on us but continued to enjoy the romp. As did we.
2 comments:
I so enjoy reading your blog. It reminds me of walking the beaches of California when I was a little girl. I could almost feel the chill in the air (compared to Hawaii)and the look of the coast.
Also loved the personal photo. I fun, happy couple, beachcombing....yep, life is indeed good! Thanks for sharing..
CarolLynn
This is quite possibly my favorite stretch of coastline in all of California. I try to make it up there at least once a year. For me, I love the solitude. Its just such a peaceful place.
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