Here is the view from our campsite above the Mendocino coast. We could hear the waves crashing on the rocks, like a sweet lullabye.
Along came a squadron of pelicans, droning along in their formation against the foggy sky
Looking down the rocky coast, we observed an unfortunate consequence of living next to the relentless pounding of the seashore... one of the houses in the distance had actually succumbed to the crumbling cliff and fallen off. Double click on the picture to enlarge it. Others were in the process of slipping. The dirt was drapped with a huge green tarp in hopes of slowing the inevitable, but it looked pretty hopeless.
Again, if you double click on the picture, you will see that those slugs laying about on the black sand are actually sea lions which have heaved themselves up out of the water. Each time a new one swam up in hopes of securing a position among the ones already positioned on the sand, much barking and snarling commenced and usually resulted in the newcomer dumped back into the water.
All told, it was a foggy experience as we made our way down Highway One on the beautiful California coast, but it was enchanting and refreshing all the way.