Redwoodcoast’s Weblog

As the whales near the end of their northward procession, we are met with springtimey winds. The best part about the breezes is they keep any hint of fog out on the horizon where we like it. On the way home yesterday evening I had a great view of a melon-ball sun blazing all neon as it glowed good bye, then I noticed a grey fox trotting comfortably across the highway right in front of me. He crossed at an intersection, so as he continued west, I decided to turn in and see if I could spy out his route. Busy peering into the underbrush below the cypresses, I almost ran into a young doe who was beginning her evening meal on the far end of the hedgerow. The fox was lost to the dusk and I decided to leave the doe and her party to their meal. The sun was taken by the fog bank before it could make a final touchdown, so no green flash this time.  These secret times make life in Gualala so precious!