Our Trail.
Fresh water.
Tipical footing for the trail.
Sea stacks.
This log wobbled.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Cedar stained water.
I nearly went for a swim over that waterfall but daylight constraints kept us moving.
Basalt and granite.
Stuff grows on this rock.
My feet.
Foreshore and Scott Islands. (1/3)
Shore and Scott Islands. (2/3)
Shore and Forest. (3/3)
A fisher that made getting to Lowrie Bay nearly impossible.
Fisher.
Sooze about to get wet boots.
Sooze's stem technique in a moss covered chimney.
So we climbed the wet basalt and got this view as a reward. How do we get down?
Waves.
Yup that is our trail.
I saw a tooth. Sooze well less about that the better.
It was on this headland I saw a bear in 2004. We had arrived in familiar territory.
Jellyfish, kelp and water. One can live on this but not a sandy beach.
Sunset from the cabin.
Sooze wisely wore gaiters.
This stream was not here in 2004.
This was a meadow in 2004.
Strange camp in Sea Otter Cove.
San Josef Bay.
