Throughout my childhood, I have been taught by teachers that the earth is round. When I came to Point Reyes, it made me to think that the earth is flat, and I might have found the edge of the world.
The division between land and sea was so straight as if it was drawn with a ruler. Standing on top of the hill, the sound from the ocean wave hitting miles of straight beach was surreal. The urge to jump off and fly was strong with this one.
There were few people lucky enough to be stationed here. They were, of course, the maintainers of the Point Reyes Lighthouse. Can you believe this heavenly place can turn into hell with wind speed pounding up to 133 mph (214km/h)? Because of this, Point Reyes is the windiest place on the Pacific coast.
The beauty of being the edge of the world is that the edges are not evenly cut. The big man who carved the edges didn’t know how to sharpen his axe resulting in left over pieces and spectacular views. The good folks at Point Reyes were diligent enough to put barriers around the edges so that I wouldn’t accidentally roll off and leave my brain on the rocks.
The lions from the sea and the “L’s” from the sea were abundant at this place. Some were laying out in the open. Some were cautious enough to hide under cliffs due to their self acknowledgement of their bad smell.
The hike to the edge was mostly pleasant…
Until this hairy bugger blocked us…
But after I used my super power we were able to duel it out. Both survived. No one got hurt.
Heaven, is what I call this place. Not very often you can find places to take pictures above the clouds, only when you stand at the edge.