The Shoreline of Northern California is much different than any I’ve ever seen. Tree Trunks, whitened by the Pacific Ocean litter the beaches, the fog is thick and cold, bringing goosebumps to my skin in the middle of the summer. After driving four hours north from Mendocino, driving in and out of fog, I pick a KOA close to the Ocean and camp overnight. I rise before sunrise and drive three miles to where the Klamath River rolls into the Pacific Ocean. As I walk to the shoreline, fishermen pass me, heads down, intent on the bounty of the sea. I stop one to ask where they are headed, he tells me the salmon are running. I’ve never seen anything like that, so I photograph the wooden teepees and seagulls standing guard on the shoreline, then hurry over to watch while fishermen line up and wait for the salmon. Heading out to a point and climbing over sea stacks, I come upon two men fishing alone, where sea lions leap up out of the water to catch fish in their mouths, and screeching osprey swoop down to pick up the smaller fish in their talons. If I had slept in, and driven up the coast, I never would have seen this beautiful moment.
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