The moment I happened upon this place I had an overwhelming desire to be Elizabeth Bennet. She would know just what to say when she saw a place this beautiful. Or perhaps she would know to be silent. “What are men to rocks and trees?” (Or was it mountains? So sorry, Jane Austen).
It was only moments before this that I was enjoying a drive down Hwy 1, in Northern California– a perfect sunny day, happy Californian cows grazing all around. Without warning the fog rolled in and created an entirely new atmosphere. Heavy, looming, ethereal, and perfect. The locals are familiar with this daily happening, but I was completely fascinated.
If anyone can think of a better Elizabeth Bennet-type of line for this scene, leave your suggestion!