August 21, 2005

The Sonoma Coast

Summer on the Sonoma coast: parched rocky fog-burnt hills, stunted bent-over pines, a craggy beachless waterline, 500' cliffs shearing into the cold rough Pacific, isolated rocks hundreds of metres off the shoreline, schools of sealions, pelicans, seagulls, outposts of luscious scrubby rainforest in the canyons... my sort of place. Something about the swirl of fog on rolling treeless wind-blown hills here reminds me strongly of bits of Scotland or Devon.

(Part of California).

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