My nephew, Jeff was spending a few nights in a tent cabin at Costanoa, so I decided to ride the Harley up the coast and paint, spend a night, then paint back down the coast. I left around noon Monday, and my first stop was Greyhound Rock. It was nice painting there as I could sit on a park bench with my easel.
It was blowing so much, my canvas was shaking all over the place, so I didn’t even attempt to paint the lighthouse, but rather all the surroundings.