A Sunday Drive to Pt. Reyes

November 4th, 2013. Categories / San Francisco

On Sunday, we rented a car and drove north to Pt. Reyes.

Unlike previous visits, there wasn’t a trace of fog. Baby Holsteins were getting weened from their mothers sad, little plastic pens. Hawks and turkey vultures were on the prowl. The deer played and the antelope were nowhere to be found.

Along the shore by the cliffs of Drakes Beach, sea lions were loudly fighting.


An unnecessary fence.

Two climbers bringing crash mats to the base of a massive boulder.

J. versus infinity.

An abandoned farm house with thriving apple tree.

Ford truck and Tomales Bay.

The boat yard.

One of my favorite sights in Inverness.

Marshy part of the Drakes Bay estuary.

Spent oyster shells and dingy.

A massive pile of shells.

Crates and mesh.

Two osyters on the half shell: $4.

Tree tunnel.

Milk-splattered milk truck.

The entrance to a historic ranch.

The yellow cliffs of Drakes Bay.

They were familiar sights, but a needed break from urbanity.

2 Comments


I find the captions hard to read and vote you darken them up ever-so-slightly.

Such a great photo of J.

I’ve heard the route to Pt. Reyes is so windy that it can make even the driver car sick. But the source of that information is a total pussy, so who knows.

Nik:

Darkened!

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