Several years ago, DH and I managed to see three different types of elk in one trip: Rocky Mountain, Roosevelt, and Tule elk. The last are common primarily in Point Reyes National Seashore. We didn’t see them up close though, because we managed to get there when the fog was rolling in.
We annually escape the snow in Montana about mid-January for a break. This year we were blessed to have a perfect day at Point Reyes. The elk were plentiful, hawks abounded, a coyote strolled by, and two bobcats disappeared quickly into the shadows as soon as we spotted them.
DH and I were like two kids in a candy store. The shoreline was exquisite, and our necks were stretched to keep up with the hawks overhead. Because the trail was so high up and next to the coast, we often found ourselves eye to eye with raptors.
When I write, I try to put a sense of place into the stories. One of my reviewers from my first book wrote, “This book is a wonderful snapshot of the central coast of California and the people who inhabit this area. Ms. Dawes recreates the atmosphere, sensibilities and personalities with poetic realism. Not only is this a sweet love story about a struggling single mother, but a love story about California.”
No matter where you live, and no matter what the weather, I encourage you to take some time and look around you. Even better … share it with someone you love.