In response to a flood of requests, I will publish more photos from The northern most point of my recent photo safari. Have mercy. It was rainy, cloudy and cold the whole time. Since I left, I hear it's only gotten worse - or better - depending on your outlook. You may click on the photos up to 2 times for larger images.
The conifer forest stood all around me. I was surrounded by Ents, for all I knew. I tried to appear respectful and unequipped with an axe. Easy enough. I felt a sense of awe looking up at these giants appearing out of the mist and I had no axe. [Whew]
The cabin at left seemed uninviting as well as unoccupied. The posters on the gate posts proclaim "No Trespassing, Dag Nabbit!"
Okay, I paraphrased a little, but you get the idea.
The clouds hung low over the earth. The mountains are considerable, meeting the mists half way between earth and sky.
It is impossible to determine the age of these places. A few years of cool rain and heavy shade help moss establish a foothold on slow pedestrians. I bet this place has seen 50 winters, at least. I try to imagine how it might appear with warm light in the windows and snow falling outdoors. It must have been a happy place at least once.
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The highway runs alongside the stream below. You can follow the water, but you'll never catch it. It has a 10,000 year head start.
It was past sundown when I arrived in Fortuna, CA. The local motel, a Best Western, did a good job of providing me a hot shower and good bed for the night. I also got to do laundry. Finally, a little glamour in the trip!
Once I reached the Shoreline Highway, aka CA-1, aka "The Twisted Highway of Death" I had an uninterrupted view of the vast pacific. The sky was gray as was the water. Winds were calm. A light mist or rain fell here and there. It was a romantic setting, but not so easy for photographs, except maybe black and white...
The tree is probably 120 feet tall. It has a great view of the sea and I found it therapeutic to simply stare at it for awhile. It seems far too frail to withstand the storms that pass this way. Yet, there it is, gracing the hillside like one of those elegant Japanese silk paintings.
I hope you enjoyed the pics. I am sorry to be slow getting these out, but the holidays... Well, you know.
Happy 2011!
