The point Reyes lighthouse, located halfway down a cliff so it would shine under the fog. I saw a couple of whales from there, but they were shy and wouldn't pose for a photo.
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The point Reyes fog rolls in
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On the hill above the sea lion refuge
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Heading down to the beach
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Forgot my surfboard
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My friend Hilary from High School imbibes
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Will that wave get me wet?
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Hilary climbing on the rocks from my point of view
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And me from her point of view
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On the way from one beach to another we stopped at a dairy farm where it was dinner time for the cows
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I swear, I had no idea I had numbers on my butt at the time.
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At beach #2, frequented by seals and pelicans
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The egrets seeking out pieces of washed up crab between waves
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Ah, that evening sun....
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We met up with two very tall people at the beach...
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And every beach experience should end with a sunset....but....
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This one ended up with a dinner of barbequed oysters at a seaside restaurant
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