Pushing the Envelope

I ride the spine of Point Reyes peninsula – north – to Lighthouse Point. Craggy cliffs spill to the sea – waterfalls of creeds hardened to the core. Peppered here and there with clumps of greenery, summer wheaten grass spreads across the hillsides giving hint of winter rains to come. A herd of elk pose across the crest, their pointed antlers spaced and lined like fence posts in a row – elders – watching from above their bugle call – … Read on…