My
mind
spun
by
dizzying
gorges-‐-‐
heavy
fog
creates
windshield
mist
Once
it
clears
I
open
the
sunroof
to
allow
in
brisk
illuminated
air.
Realizing
once
and
for
all
that
this
is
an
actual
planet.
Scanning
mile
after
mile
of
calm
ocean
water,
the
sun’s
reflections
scalding
my
irises.
Vistas
vast,
expansive:
I’m
certain
infinity
begins
here.
Tepid
on
the
pedal
as
I
cross
a
yawning
canyon
north
of
Big
Sur,
canyon
arched
by
a
gimpy
old
bridge
where
solid
granite
mounds
form
the
shore.
At
Ragged
Ridge
Lodge
I
reflect
upon
a
breathtaking
long
ocean
wall
that
awes
every
bit
as
much
as
looking
straight
down
from
atop
the
Eiffel
Tower
or
up
from
the
very
foot
of
mighty
El
Capitan.
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