We landed just before a stretch of pacific escarpment, at the base of the small bay below the point. The point turned out to be a groin or low point made up of washed rocks from the huge arroyo. Our wind protection was a cliff allowing a stacking up of the wind. There was a seasonal camp there among the low trees and brush, piles of shells testify to the areas productivity. The camps leftovers were hard to date, the sneakers could of been 30 years old and still looked like new.
Dry weather has interesting preservational effects on many things.
Garbage was struned everywhere. As if someone spread it around so you can always see some. We explored walking up the escarpment for a view. This place was alive yet there was no sounds or traces of life anywhere to be seen. The view was phenomenal, the large arroyo dogleged around a 3000 foot butte.