Down Harkins Fire Road (El Mar de la Purissima)

A pale tide
floods the redwoods,
swirls over chaparral ridges.
The mountain sinks below a white sea;
we ride the waves
a thousand feet
above the coast.

Una pleamar pálida
inunda las secoyas,
remolina alrededor
de las arrugas de chaparral.
La montaña desaparece
debajo de un mar blanco;
montamos las olas
trescientos metros
por encima de la costa.

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