Only 16.5 miles from San Francsico, over the Golden Gate Bridge, off Highway 1, and down winding roads that weave through rolling green hills and small towns, among eucalyptus and cypress, is Muir Beach. The town is tiny and the beach wild. Deep black rocks and dark sand, the waves crashing in and not a soul in sight. On a damp May day it’s hard to imagine this beautiful beach looking anything other than spectacularly rugged and wintery.
A small community-hamlet right on the beach, which is covered with large rocks and sandy footprints from both dogs and people even on this damp day.
Footprints leading away from the rocks and colourful cliffs at the beach’s end; A Northern Californian sight, a pine cone branch washed up on the sand and wrapped in seaweed.
Seaweed so delicate, pretty and pink that it almost looks like flowers; Several paths of footprints but only one man walking on the beach on this stormy afternoon.
A dead crab lies on a black rock, one claw fallen to the sand below.
Mossy golden coloured seaweed on rocks by the shore; Colourful rocks, dark sand, and green hills rolling right onto the beach.
Seaweed covers one of the jagged rocks sitting in the rough water of this coastline; A small estuary leads down from the foggy hills and onto the seaweed covered beach.
Spring time and bright little flowers grow in the lush cliffs above the beach.
There are no shortage of rocks from which to build a cairn on this pebbly beach, this one is wet and glossy on a rainy coastal day.