Where Pastures Meet Sea
The raw coastal wind carried the unmistakable tang of salt water mixed with wet, fertile earth as we crested the final grassy saddle. Down in the sheltered basin, a small herd of cattle grazed peacefully along a freshwater stream winding lazily out to a hidden, deep-water inlet. The sheer, emerald hillsides dropped violently straight into the ocean, their sharp folds illuminated by a fleeting break in the heavy storm clouds overhead. The water in the bay sat dark and watchful, mirroring the moody, cloud-choked peaks that guard this isolated coastline. Standing there, it felt as though we had stepped into a forgotten corner of the world where the rugged wilderness of the mountains completely refuses to give way to the sea.
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