The seafood and ocean waves of Point Arena

“Being outdoors is as essential to my life as water, food, and air.”
If the ocean waves ever stopped their endless crashing upon the rocky shores, Point Arena would be unbearably silent. Yet they do not, and life seems to create itself along the shoreline. Gulls line up along the rooftop of the only restaurant to be found. I wander the old and rickety building until I find the back entrance.
Long bearded fisherman line the bar, drinks barely touched as they re-hash the same old conversations.
The seafood is divine.
A lone dog on the pier is eyeing me as I make my way to ocean. He doesn’t bark, I carefully tiptoe as I walk, afraid to crush a seashell.
I find a smooth stone to sit and watch the tide ebb and flow with my racing mind.
If you are searching for a place off the beaten path, a place where you can let your mind unwind, Point Arena may just be the destination you need.
It worked for me.

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