Weekend Drive Along the Northern California Coast
Took a weekend drive out along the coast, over the bridge and up Highway 1 to the overlooks above Muir Beach. Windy up there — whitecaps all the way out, and the dry grass on the bluffs kept flattening sideways. The thistles are blooming now, big purple heads on those spiky stalks, right at the edge where the ground drops away.
We pulled off at a couple of spots and leaned over the railings to watch the surf work the rocks at the bottom of the cliffs, that green-white churn a few hundred feet straight down. From the higher turnouts you could see the city across the water, half-buried in haze, and the whole run of headlands folding south toward it, one ridge after another.
Home by afternoon, ears still full of wind.