Continuing along the Captain Cook trail, the forest opens to rocky shores and tide pools. Benches house those that choose to sit and rest while watching the timeless motion of the ocean.

I see the rising steam in the distance, and venture over for a closer look as the plume disappears almost as quickly it appeared.

As the tide brings in the mighty Pacific waves, they meet an interesting rock cluster that seems to have a tunnel formation carved into it.

As the water is forced into this tunnel, the pressure has no where to go but up, creating the steamy dragon’s breath known as Spouting Horn.



Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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