moving shapes

Morgan and I left around 3:00 pm yesterday and drove up the Pacific Coastal Highway. Unfortunately it got dark two hours later and the vast majority of this journey was done in the dark-- but surprisingly the dark made the redwoods seems even more colossal as they bounced off the light from my high beams. The moon was bright and lit up the ocean to be a dull flat gray all the way to the horizon. The giant rocks off the coast were lit with mist and seemed like enormous beached whales. We hit a raccoon and mourned it by turning off the car radio and driving quietly under the stars. Around midnight we crossed the state border and arrived at Harris Beach where we had reserved a yurt for the night.