Some pix of Point Reyes

At the north end of the peninsula . . .

There are a number of "historic ranches" on the peninsula, somehow overseen by the Park Service, who, I suspect, contract out to the people who actually run the places, which appear to be mostly dairy farms. They all date back to the 1850s. The one at the north end is not a working ranch and open to the public. Quite an impressive place with bunkhouses, a school house, this enormous barn, other outbuildings, and the original house, which someone lives in.

R, inside the original barn, a cavernous place if there ever was one.

Cypress tree in the rain.

Drakes Beach, where we hoped to see elephant seals, but they weren't there that day. Drake, of course, is none other than Sir Francis, who explored this area in 1579 or so. And on the way to Drake's Beach we saw . . .

... tule elk, who we hoped to see at the elk preserve at the north end of the peninsula. They were grazing on a cow pasture here at the south end. The black cow seemed totally unaffected. Moo.

Cows are everywhere. Businesses are named after cows. They are in the valleys. They are on the hills. It's a cow's world. And what are you doing on my road?