The graveyards of climate:
where a scant few days are easy.
August’s forced languor
to some other eden,
Far from this nihlitude of sapped topographies,
Calls us down.
Now: the dusty dry interludes of impossible
Hell hole hermitages of heat.
Oh, Hell yeah!
And those cruel, cheating soft years.
Neah, the feint tries of Autumn:
Failed shadows of yesterday’s
Arguments over long drives
Through once watery green valleys
Where tiny creeks had life:
In those old memories we write about now,
And dream of,
Before the tiny earthquakes stir us,
From the empty, dark hour before dawn.
Left behind now.
If I could wish on a genie,
Just for this time:
Give me the geologies of water,
Fifteen mile round trip jaunt down the northern protion of the Lost Coast in the King Range wilderness. Notable features: calm, sunny day with fog appearing at random and unannounced late in the afternoon – pod of whales – ultra twisted turbidite beds of the Franciscan Formation – tough walking on the boulder-strewn beach. Click on photos below for highlights – one click for small size view, click again for full size view.
View north to Cape Mendocino at early morning.
Punta Gorda lighthouse in the distance – letting us know we are closer to home.
The outer edge of a low lying wave-cut bench – recently uplifted during one or more large earthquakes.
View south from Randall Creek out across Spanish Flat.
Twisted strata of the Franciscan Formation – most likely turbidite beds.
The fog flirts with the shoreline – lending an eerie closeness at times.
Much of the walk is tough going along the beach.
Campers at the mouth of Cooskie Creek.
Mike timing the waves to get around a tight spot on the beach.
Just in time to avoid wet legs.
View back to the south – nice to be walking on sloid ground rather than the boulder-strewn beach below.
On the trail home.
Heading home – view north to Punta Gorda lighthouse.
Artist’s cabins on the beach.