Point Cabrillo Lighthouse, from a field full of poison oak.
Complete with Fresnel lens.
The Mendocino Coast Botanical Gardens.
A bit like a fairy tale …
that extends to the coast.
And has trees that fight stubbornly against the wind.
Probably my best meal on the trip was mostly grown here,
and consumed here.
Caspar Beach, across the street from a cramped little RV park.
With a father who clearly remembers being able to ride in the back of a pickup. (It’s fun; I remember.)