Looking Way, Way, Down, Down, Down, We See the Grey, Rock-Strewn Beach.

…Because it is So Very Far Down, the Surf Is Just a Tiny Fringe of White Upper Left! .

…Looking Nearer On the Steep Incline, You See Sage, Brown Grass, and My Shoe.

…“[I see Chris go very close to the edge of the cliff.] It’s at least one hundred feet to the rocks below. Way too close! .. "CHRIS!" I holler. He doesn’t answer. .. I go up, swiftly grab his shirt and pull him back. "Don’t do that," I say. .. He looks at me with a strange squint.“

One mile North of Rockport, CA.
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