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| A parasail floats between fog and pounding surf off the point at Mussel Rock. |
We head north for a week-long loop into Northern California. There are so many things to see that the distances between stopovers is deliberately short. First stop is actually unintentional. A sign down a side street beckons us with a warning of a rough road. It pops out on the cliff tops at Mussel Rock. We are mesmerized as parasailing aficionados step boldly off the cliff into the gray morning sky. A wind blows continuously against the cliffs below creating an updraft upon which they soar.
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| Parasailer in action. |
We escape the chill wind and watch from our car. This guy claims all the sky in front of us and offers quite a close-up display. "He's going to hit us!" sez Paula. But he shows impeccable control. I wonder what he'd do if the wind suddenly died down? There's almost no place to land down below but the surf.
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