BLM Dispatch #28 - King Range National Conservation Area, Part 1
I remember the exact moment I first heard about a magical place called the “Lost Coast.”
A friend described an undeveloped shoreline where steep mountains plunge straight into the sea, old-growth trees rise from a temperate rainforest, and the isolation is so complete that residents carry helicopter insurance.
It sounded like something out of a fairy tale. I assumed it must be in the Philippines, or off the coast of Africa, or tucked away in New Zealand — or at the very closest, somewhere in Hawaii.
When he told me it was in California, I practically knocked him over as I ran to my computer.
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