The road to Pt. Reyes is along an exposed promontory, with lots of great views along the way.
I stop here, at a sheltered lookout, to warm up a bit.
Although I can't see them, I can clearly hear the roars of the sea lions from the rocks below....
On the way back to Stinson, I take a turnoff and end up here, at Drake's Beach. It's a beautiful spot, first sighted
by Sir Francis Drake in 1579 during his circumnavigation of the world. He dubbed the spot New Albion, due to its
resemblance to the cliffs at Dover.
I spend a couple of hours, walking along the beach...
and I soon encounter several of these rather horrifying jellyfish, washed up by a strong surf.
Further down the beach, the tall sandstone cliffs offer some shelter from the raking wind.
At the foot of this one, I discover a dead bird slowly decomposing in a dessicated grave...
Near the base of the cliffs, the beach resembles the surface of Mars. Perhaps I'll take beastie there on my next trip.
I'm sure she'd love it!
Further down the shore, I come across this convivial congregation...
Not quite sure what they are, but they seem to recall their form of their origin. In other words, they look like eggs,
on legs!
As a self-styled connoisseur of beaches, I'd say this really is a special one, and I advise anyone with the time
to visit here. There's a rather good cafe by the parking lot at the base of a tall cliff.
I drink a hot chocolate and warm up in the sun, watching the waves break.
Reluctantly, I gear up for the 30 mile ride back to Stinson Beach. I'm planning on an early, whiskey free night.
Tomorrow, I must reach Yosemite by sunset, and it's nearly 250 miles away. I take one last look at Drake's Bay,
then hop on the bike for a spirited ride home.
