A STROLL THROUGH SCENES
They mystery writer switched on as we began our
hike from the elephant seal beach.
A marine haze shrouded the coast as the Pacific pounded the ancient rocks.The Piedras Blancas light station barely pricked the gray
that blanketed the slumbering elephant seals.
Visitors from around the globe were ignored by the napping hulks. We left them all behind as we headed north from the viewing platforms.
found their own isolation.
Past caves, flora, and smaller wild life.
The scale of gray and subdued light, mixed with the
windy coast, coaxed me into countless English mystery memories.
Tales of lighthouse keepers and northern shores.
Even without a writer's imagination, it is a wonderful hike that parallels the meandering path of the Pacific Coast Highway toward Big Sur.
We found others who had made it to an isolated beach.
Two of whom practiced battle
As others napped.
They too had made the effort to find more space, isolated beaches and to get away from the throngs.And through the steel gray, a flight line, steering toward
an opening in the sky, where the first hints of change
begin to lift the morning shroud.
Hints of sun begin to peek and brighten the scenes.
The daily ritual of burning the haze to reveal California blue sky begins to play out. And the parties to these coastal mystery scenes
head back to unravel the mystery of the remainder of their day.
Thanks Susan, Lana, Debbie. Enjoy the mystery.
See you down the trail.