There is a sign at the entrance to the grounds that a bear had been spotted a week earlier. When I woke up the next morning I’m relieved that no bears came looking for food during the night. Imagine waking up to a bear shaking the truck and trying pry his way in because he smells food.
It’s a beautiful morning and as usual I’m awake before pretty much anyone else around. On my run to the bathroom I see a man walking his precious dog. For breakfast I grab a couple of hard boiled eggs and a slice of bread. It’s a little chilly and I would love to have a hot cup of coffee or tea. No luck with the hot stuff, so water will work as a good substitute and venturing on the park’s trails will quickly warm me up.
I grab my camera and head out on the trail. Here’s some of the sights.
This part of the trail is amazing, simply because people built stairs and walls on a small section of cliff that hangs out over the ocean.
This is a view from the bottom of the cliff. The waves look amazingly fierce as they crash into the huge, craggy boulders. The air is cool and I imagine the ocean is cold. It would most definitely be a spot that would require hospitalization if one fell in the ocean.
