There was the day after that one, when I was driving up the coast and the natural conditions were so perfect that I had to pull over and take pictures.
Further north I got off at Carpinteria, where I drove by the largest known specimen of Torrey Pine...
...and continued to the beach, where conditions were so jarringly perfect that I had to linger for a while. There was something quasi-magical going on that day, one could feel it.
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