Finding Yourself at the End of the Continent in Point Reyes, CA
At the far western end of the U.S., at the end of a long windy drive up the coast, at the end of the serene, pastoral peninsula known as Point Reyes, at the end of a mile-long path, sits a bench overlooking the sea. Here, where technological amenities are nonexistent, take a long, uninterrupted gander at the infinite ocean, and lose yourself in contemplation. Imagine yourself a poet, living in the wood-shingled house underneath the cypress trees along the trail. Or better yet, a lonely sailor on the little red dinghy that lingers just below the bluff. Your only friends are the seagulls that have taken ownership of the gigantic rock in the surf, painting it white like a paean to modern art. Squint for the Farallons rising misty in the distance through the perpetual fog. Or span across Drake’s Bay to the endless stretch of Highway 1 running up the coast. Here is the Pacific in its most comforting solitude.