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[[underlined]] carmel [[underlined]]

July 7, Sunday '40
[[underlined]] Carmel! [[underlined]]

Arrived yesterday with Peter Shoemaker. Staying at Phillip MacDougal's, friend of Peter's.
An entirely different world. Today we hiked about a mile or more to Point Lobos. Cypress, granite crags in the sea, green water, a gray world with no horizon. Gulls, pelicans, cormorants, and wildflowers. It is cold here.
This morning we motored along the 17 mile drive I walked up to Point the setting for one of Jeffers great poems.
Yesterday the most overwhelming experience of my life - up among the hills of Carmel, past Pico Blanco, and then - back along the coast by Big Sur. The hills yellow and silvery were swept by great clouds of sea fog. The sea was lost in fog and the foghorns of Point Sur sounded. [[underlined]] Cold [[underlined]] winds swept the country. The total effect was one of nature at its mightiest yet softest.
[[pencil hand drawing of sea coast]].