This morning, I wake before dawn and race to Tomales Point.
My legs have been screaming for a good hike and this trek through a Tule Elk
reserve affords expansive ocean views that always take my breath away.
Upon arriving, the dawn light reveals a herd of elk grazing
the scraggly grass and brush.
They’re deep into their rutting season and bugling like mad – their
eerie calls filling my ears. I
watch a not-so-sly male try to sneak up and mount one of the cows. She bolts, he pauses, then...
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