The redwoods kept their regular hue, but you sometimes saw them through the mist.
We didn’t have piles of yellow, red, and orange leaves, but the natural world had other means of delivering its cryptic messages.
Sunset arrived while you were still outside to see it, warming up the bits of sky you could see between the evergreen canopies above.
At Goat Rock Beach, not much separates the hue of the sky from that of the sea. But you still get a few days where the two have not entirely merged into slate-gray mist.
