A little morning contemplation is a good thing.
Bad cart, bad cart, how can I play when you behave this way?
Thought these things were just slightly underpowered ATV's. Guess not.
The fog awaits our arrival at Point Reyes National Seashore.
One of the Black Attack Bulls of the Reyes prepares to launch a ferocious charge on an unwary telephone pole.
Century guard cows, really they are, but first they need a snack.
Woooh bud, watch that speed.
Nobody even jumps off a cliff into The Fog.
Nobody even drives into The Fog.
Wendy taunts The Fog. The Fog mocks Wendy.
Russ and Emma ignore the durable split rail and find a route to the edge.
The standoff.
Against the fall of night, The Fog patiently waits.
Then, just upon arrival of the "golden hour", the fog silently rolls over Reyes. Golden hour interruptus.
Point Reyes Station, late afternoon, very late.
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