From the moment I set foot in Mendocino, I connected with the notion of a gateway or portal.
Some portals tunnel through rock. Think about how long the water persisted and slowly chewed its way.
Other portals are easy, meandering views through trees and gulches, beckoning the traveler.
All represent both rest stops and stepping stones.
Mendocino is simultaneously a destination and a gateway. Picture postcard lovely, yet not static like a photograph, it foams and swirls.
The many natural rock portals portend paths to mysterious locales unknown.
As one sails through the whitecaps into the currents, the ocean may lead to the next harbor or, who knows? All the way to China or New Zealand…
Oceanic Mendocino is life. Each day is both a destination in and of itself, to be experienced to its fullest, and a portal to the next day.