Driving south from Point Arena a notch, there’s a milepost and then a pull-off. At the south end of the pull-off, there’s a well-marked trail entrance. At the north end, there’s a poorly marked trail. Take the poorly marked path. Follow the trail through a grove of trees and then across a wild-grass field.
When the trail splits without notice in two directions, take the right path. Descend a set of old wooden stairs, and when the stairs turn into a ladder down a cliff, keep going. Hang onto the metal rope holding them together. At the cliff’s bottom, balance on a fallen tree trunk to cross a creek mouth.
Now on the beach, go the water and walk a quarter of a mile north. There, if the tide is right, you see Bowling Ball Beach. Dozens of large and almost completely smooth stones sit in rows on the beach, and wave upon wave rolls in to continue the work. Then look for abalone shells in nearby sand.
Then it was back to the road for us. Other recommendations that day: The Wharf Master’s Inn made Lori an amazing deal after, a bit desperate from lack of sleep, she explained the yurt situation. We went back to Franny’s bakery yet another time. The old-school library sign on the library made me happy. All of these things were on Highway One or just off it. We went back to Oz to say goodbye to Alice and the cat in the chicken yard, and we resumed our trip north. We had more coastline and some big trees to see.