A Day At The Edge Of The World, Part Two

When you look at the choppy expanse of the ocean, stretching past the horizon, undulations of blue and white and shifting shades of color, breakers crashing over rocks, a peregrine falcon circling and swooping along the face of the cliff, it is to be in touch with a sense of the sublime, regardless of your views on the existence of god or the marvels of a self-generated and self-sustaining universe.

Point Reyes combines this ocean boundary with wildflowers and the earthquake fence, where two sections of a fence that was once continuous but which straddled the fault line in 1906 are now 16 feet apart.

We are very lucky to have access to this landscape.