Named Ft. Ross, this is a Russian built outpost, still sturdy after I think 150 years or so. It was done up to look inhabited, and bussed school children were participating in some mock ceremony at the flag pole inside the walls of the fort. It was fun to see it all happening in a rainy foggy morning. Bethany spotted our first wild boars running through a creek bed about a 150 feet below us in a gulch on the way to Ft. Ross.
So if you climb down that wet rocky slope in the deep end of this picture you get to see this:
A sinkhole is apparently created when the ocean erodes a hole through solid rock and then sucks out the earth behind it leaving a hole. The sound of the water bellowing down this opening to the ocean is unpredictable and really loud. It was like standing in a musical instrument the ocean was playing. I spent a half hour or so in there alone listening. When the ocean lines up just so and really smacks the rock wall you're on the other side of, it puts you in the midst of a vibration unparalleled in my life experience.
A millipede I watched walk for a while. I think they're beautiful.
This is Lu and Adrian. Lu was once married to the mayor of Point Arena, and Adrian is her cool, smart 15 year old son. The four of us spent the night at their house mixing it up and having a good time. We watched basketball and talked about everything under the sun. Lu might be the coolest Cuban kindergarten teacher on the planet. Adrian was wicked smart and got me into working out again.
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