I have camped at many places. Sometimes you find a spot with such beauty, such a personality that you fall in love.
Point of the Arches is one of those places for me. When the tide is out the beach stretches beyond the sea stacks. Wandering among the tide pools, excited to see what’s next, I am astounded at how much things change each time I visit, yet stay the same.
The sound of the waves, first muted and now roaring create a soundtrack that calms and thrills. The gulls and wind add their parts to the symphony.
A fire at night and the feel of sand and smoke.
The stars and darkness crashing.
Perched on the edge. Taking it all in.