One of the most magical places, to me, in the Bay Area has always been the headlands. Living in the North Bay I would often take a quick detour along the cliffs, overlooking the misty ocean on the way home.
Exploring the old army remains is always fascinating. They're now covered in grafitti and moss, flowers growing in the cracks in the cement, layer upon layer of culture and time. We had fun speculating about what the buildings had been used for and what the people were like that manned the stations and ate their evening meals in the large, beautiful cream and brick officers houses or the more utilitarian barracks.
One of my favorite things has always been this whale skeleton. I was happy to see it was still there and seemed to be in good shape. These are the latest of many pictures I've taken of the lichen covered bones. It's pretty awe-inspiring to stand straddling the great vertebrae, gazing from tip to tail, imagining the great bones covered in muscle, undulating through the water. Kind of takes my breath away; I have a pretty healthy respect for the ocean and its inhabitants.