Point Reyes!

Fellow campers, rejoice! From summer's heat is born a blood lust for nature as fathomless as the deepest pocket of Hell. Yesterday I quenched my fervent need by feasting on the glorious bounty that lies in Point Reyes. Come along with me...

My new friend hanging out in my window. He's cute!

At the Top of Mt Wittenberg, watching keenly for foes.

Looking East from Mt Wittenberg through a narrow hole in the trees.

Snack break. Why did I buy trail mix in a non-resealable bag? Because I bought it from a gas station, that's why.

Shaded walking downhill.

Black forest.

Nicest trail of all time. Bountiful beautyness.

"Pose, Jon!"

California: We Got Trees!

Most of these trees were covered in a bitter, inedible moss. Any  likening to cotton candy would be most erroneous.

Bountyness.

After breaking the tree line... before entering the fog line.

This plant was some kind of show-off.

Looking North up the coast to the upper part of Point Reyes. The point is barely visible at the upper left.

Captivatingly inedible.

We reached the coast.  

Looking back on our trail.

Under the fog line, the rest of Point Reyes is a little more visible.

I don't know what this is or what it means. All I know is that it's my new god.

Dead snake. It was dead when I found it, I swear.

Looking down the coast from Arch Rock.

That's one of those oceans.

There were WAY too many people out there, so we fled as soon as humanly possible...

... and ate lunch up here, leering bitterly at the others.

Cliff succulent. See the blurry kid by the water? I think he thought I was taking a picture of him. I WAS NOT.

What I looked at while eating my 7-11 turkey sandwich.

Looking back on the coast on the way back up. My carnal craving is satisfied for yet another day.