
There were seemingly endless dry yellow hills and slimy green lakes on which Americans who are smelling impaired can vacation together without ever having to see an able-nosed person.
Then the yellow hills gave way to dense pine trees, which were gradually replaced by redwoods as I passed through Willits, self proclaimed "Gateway to the Redwoods."
I reached the coast again at Point Cabrillo and visited this tiny lighthouse on the escarpment. Alas, the views were almost obscured by the typical California haze, so I photographed the lighthouse instead.
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