Yesterday, we wound down the road to the end of Point Reyes National Seashore. The end of the Western world.
We stopped first at North Beach, and in layers of scarves and hats, walked to the Pacific. Next was the end, the very edge of the peninsula. Elephant seals could be seen and gutterly heard in the distance. The cliffs, under a cover of thick fog, hovered over sailboats below.
It was so remote and disorientating; we could've been anywhere. Costa Rice or California, it wouldn't have mattered -because together, here we are.
"Home is wherever I'm with you." - Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes