Point Lobos State Natural Reserve

Or you could drive along 17-Mile Drive, which is a very famous scenic drive in the area.

There's also the Point Lobos State Park, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

And the yarn at Monarch-

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Note: Nora May French, the most gifted poet of her sex that America has produced, died by her own hand at Carmel in 1907.

Her ashes were strewn into the sea from Point Lobos.

This recording is in the public domain.

In Lemuria from Ebony and Crystal by Clark Ashton Smith.

Nora May French, the most gifted poet of her sex that America has produced, died by her own hand at Carmel in 1907.

Her ashes were strewn into the sea from Point Lobos.

This recording is in the public domain.

in lemuria from ebony and crystal by clark ashton smith rememberest thou enormous gongs of stone were stricken and the storming trumpeteers acclaimed by deed to answering tides of spears and spoke the names of monsters overthrown griffins whose angry gold and fervid store of sapphires wrenched from marble plunged mines carnelians opals agates almandines i brought to thee some scarlet eve of yore in the wide fane that shrined thee venus wise the fallen clamors died i heard the tune of tiny bells of pearl and melanite hung at thy knees and arms of dreamt delight and placed my wealth before thy fabled eyes pallid and pure as jaspers from the moon End of poem.

And there's various conditions in which this access business rears its ugly head.

I'll never forget the time I went down to Point Lobos thinking I was going to photograph in the footsteps of Edward Weston and showed up at the front gate of the Point Lobos, I think it's a state park, at six o'clock in the morning hoping to get that early morning light, only to find out that access to Point Lobos at that time was restricted because the authorities didn't want tourists interfering with the morning repast, the breakfast of the seals and other critters that live on Point Lobos.

And so people don't have access to Point Lobos until after whatever it was, nine o'clock or ten o'clock or something like that.

So I sat around for two or three hours just waiting for them to open the gates so that I could gain access.

And by then the light wasn't what I was hoping it was gonna be, and it ended up being kind of a bust, other than the fact that it was lovely to see what Weston had photographed.