Through word of mouth, we learned of this place in
California called the Lost Coast, which is supposed to be 25 miles of untamed
coastline, the last in California where you can backpack along the ocean.
Naturally then, Ryan and I had to go see this place for ourselves.
Wild certainly does a good job of describing it. The mountainous
coast was covered in windswept pines and heavy fog created a creepy, sinister
ambiance about the place. We hiked along the beach, with the waves crashing
thunderously to our left. I will say, playing tag with the waves is far more
difficult with a pack on your back. Along the way, we noticed we had a friend
following along – a little seal playing in the waves and watching us curiously as
we trudged through the sand. He’d dive below the surface and disappear almost
as soon as I got my camera out, but I did manage to get one sort of blurry shot
of him.
We didn’t hike too far, but found a remote patch above the
surf to set up camp and cook dinner. Ryan surprised me by hiking in a bottle of
wine, which was a nice treat as we watched the now group of seals playing in
the waves. Ryan also may have made a game of trying to hit seagulls with rocks,
though the seagulls totally won (thanks to the wine I’m sure).
We were hoping for an epic sunset, but the thick bank of
clouds over the ocean meant that it just became dark suddenly. Bummer.
The next day our seal friends were nowhere to be found, but
some backpacker surfers strolled by our camp looking for waves while we ate
breakfast. People who surf have my utmost respect from the get-go, but to hike
your board into a remote place is even more intense. And the surf along the
Lost Coast was intimidating enough Ryan and I had no desire to even stick a toe
in. The gulls and
sandpipers kept us company along the beach as we walked back to the car while the sun forced its way through the clouds at intervals, illuminating the rugged coastline. Bears frequent the hills, as do rattlesnakes, so we kept to the beach and admired from afar.
sandpipers kept us company along the beach as we walked back to the car while the sun forced its way through the clouds at intervals, illuminating the rugged coastline. Bears frequent the hills, as do rattlesnakes, so we kept to the beach and admired from afar.
I would say that if you’re looking for seclusion on California beach fronts, the Lost Coast is the place to go. Ryan and I thoroughly enjoyed
the wild, desolate feel of the place before our next stop, busy, buzzing San
Francisco!

Loving the Lost Coast.
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