Despite the downpour, plenty of people were around in the more urban areas of the park to check out tours and monuments. I sought to be a little off the beaten path and closer to nature. I didn’t have to look far. I carried south along the park road to find parking and off to my right, I espied a full grown and particularly healthy adult coyote at the trail intersection.
Upon parking, I saw notices and signs about “how to co-exist with wildlife” and how to appropriately deal with coyotes. Despite urbanity being less than a mile away, Tucker and I had entered the wild, with the forest to our backs and the ocean to our front.
We headed toward the ocean.
Being in the woods here is like being in primordial times. You expect a dinosaur to come around a bend in the trail. The trees are ancient and glorious. And when they are killed, new ones sprout from their chopped off tops. You might not be able to see the street sign in the lower quarter left of this picture for perspective, but the top of this tree where the roots spill over is about eight feet high.
This fabulous ecosystem is about seven feet tall and about five feet wide and looks as if it was designed by Jim Henson.