BLM Dispatch #6 - Point Arena-Stornetta
Point Arena-Stornetta can be moody as hell.
I experienced the full spectrum of weather along California’s rugged north coast: heavy fog, fleeting sun, and wind strong enough to push you around — all before 10 a.m. It was the kind of day where you find yourself in a t-shirt one moment and reaching for a winter hat the next.
My windbreaker snapped and hollered along with the mighty waves, and all notions of quiet quickly vanished.
I followed a narrow trail through damp golden fields to the mouth of the Garcia River, where the 44-mile waterway meets its inevitable end. The area was alive with sound: the guttural barking of sea lions, the chatter of ravens, the flapping wings of cormorants, oystercatchers, and gulls. Even a few otters bobbed in the surf, making their presence known with casual nods toward shore.
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