jamie and the lost coast

we eased our way up the coast to the green hills of humboldt county, where we enjoyed some fine living on the sachs family farm, with jamie. he abides in rustic serenity up there with his peaceful dog, shasta, growing various fruits, veggies, herbs, and spices, and living as close as possible to nature without having to give up the satisfying accoutrements of modern life: internet access and netflix.
between the two nights we stayed at jamie's cabin, the three of us and shasta headed out to the lost coast for a three day wilderness excursion. the trek was 25 miles and change along the coast, and consisted of transitions between every type of terrain - soft, black sand, fist-sized stones, hard, breakwater sand, head-sized rocks, boulders, piles of driftwood, grass, stream bed, and every possible combination of these elements.
it is land owned and managed, though loosely, by the bureau of land management, and except for a few priveleged structures, undoubtedly the envy of most through hikers, it is a land entirely free from human development.
with some sections impassable at high tide, and with the whole coast subject to the often unpleasant, sometimes violent elements of the mountainous coastline, the lost coast is one of the ruggedest areas we've ever hiked. we found shelter patches both nights to avoid the potentially raucous winds, and made raging driftwood fires (rip-roarin', seth and pa) to dry our gear (tracy had a bit of a sock casualty).
the coast was wild and totally untamed. wildflowers burst in meadows and waves smashed against huge jutting boulders. sea lions barked and sunned on large rock outcroppings, and grey whales (or were they blue?) arched their slick backs out of the water just over 100 yards out from the shore, emptying their blowholes into mist. wind was strong, skies were blue, and fresh water streams were, well, really fresh.
we found the lost coast. then we left it there. it was too big to bring along with us.