The first day I got to Sea Ranch The wind was howling and I did some exploring to find somewhere to paint the next day. I found this place way off the beaten path. Oddly there was a headstone here for a man named Fisk and his very young daughter dated 1871. He built a saw mill in this point and constructed an apparatus out of wood and cable anchored to a large rock to transfer lumber to the ships as they bobbed in the surf. I must have been dangerous. Anyway I had company as I worked this day.