The first time in a while that the ocean has made me feel wary all the way up on dry land. Waves exploded so far up the cliffs' sides and tumbled so high and wildly ahead of the shore that I thought of what I've heard about sneaker waves, and when S. had me face her for a photo, I keep turning around to check on the water. A sign on the miniscule strip of beach said: No Overnight Parking / No Camping. Who would want to? I thought.
Part one here
Part two here
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