The boys and I visited Point Lobos State Reserve during winter break, one day before a big storm swept in from the Pacific. It was our first visit to this small but achingly beautiful and dramatic point of land just south of Carmel, California.
Point Lobos is small enough to hike around in a day or two, but the variety and drama of the landscapes and vistas around every corner make even the most active, rock-climbing, exploring boy pause in wonder. It was the kind of day that inspired poetry.
by my seven year old son
composed on the trail at Point Lobos
like woven cotton
in the winter breeze
sits lace lichen.
dreamed of it.
Lacy Lichen, Stinky Chiton
A mom's reflection on a visit to Point Lobos
I am made to explore
jellyfish and whale bones as big as park benches
divers just coming in or just going out
seawater and equipment
trails through ghostly trees,
lacy lichen waving to us
it needs only the fog to live
while we need a hearty
picnic lunch and a peanut butter cookie
the barking of distant sea lions arguing
a point of land rising straight
above a churning misty sea
rocks like sheaves of paper stuck in the shore
trees covered in soft carrot-colored
moss misnamed green algae
a sign, pointing to a secret which is no longer hidden
a cove full of pebbles and caves
a large chiton, unmoored, waiting to be discovered
a large rock, tall in the center of the beach, waiting to be summitted
two sweatshirts each and we are shivering
misty air loosing light
minivan cozy and warm
windburned cheeks turn hot
a day of . . . what is that smell?
find a bathroom
with a sink and some soap
don't touch a thing
not the seatbelt not the door
that chiton you were holding
I think it had an odor!
but mom I am made to explore