I never saw the backside of the Pacific Ocean. Save for this momentous hike, I never knew about the existence of the Point Bonita Lighthouse. This is the bridge that spans two cliffs. Once at the Lighthouse, you can’t help but to stare at the powerful waves crashing against the shoreline.
We stared down at the Pacific Ocean. It howled our names. We didn’t howl back.
This guy appeared to be trapped in a deep thought while the two friends behind him were busy with conversation between each other. I’ve always wondered what type of thoughts were flowing in his mind…
It’s the final stretch of sunlight, just prior to daylight savings time ending. On a warmish evening.