Where the Pacific ocean meets the start of the Redwood forest is a sliver of land where the mighty elk call home.

Golds Bluff Beach.
My tired body makes it’s way toward the soothing sound of ocean waves, I find a lean-to shelter left by another wanderer where I take comfort inside.

I have a book to read, the salty air to breathe, and the comfort of Nature all around me.

The elk pay no mind to the newest member of the herd.


Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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