Into the Mountains
I could not help feeling that they were evil things — mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.

I could not help feeling that they were evil things — mountains of madness whose farther slopes looked out over some accursed ultimate abyss.
Ok so maybe not. As much as I would love to spin a tale of Lovecraftian adventure, the beauty of the coast and mountains of California work against that. Instead I can only present a photo diary of the day.