The second week we were at Stinson lifeguards spotted a 10-foot great white shark right off shore and shut down the whole beach. (Stinson is within miles of a marine sanctuary off the Farallon Islands, which is considered the world's largest breeding ground for great whites in the world). As a result we were forced to search for new adventures. Friends told us to head out past Bolinas to a sign that read Commonweal 451 and hike down the road to the sea. There, they said, we would find magic. They handed us a carefully annotated hand-drawm map, and the next morning we set off into the fog.
First the deer appeared.
Then we found a little house.
Full of offerings to people they beloved and dead, but not forgotten--poems, notes, folded pictures. Seashells, seaweed, pastel patterns on the walls.
If I were a painter, this would be my picture.
December 10
8 years ago
1 comment:
lovely.
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