It’s alarming to know that wildfires threatened the idyllic central California coast too.

I lived in the Carmel Highlands for a couple of years before moving to the Pacific Northwest and often walked past Jeffers’s stone house and tower. He built that place himself and lived there till he died at age 75.

It’s a monument to poetry and the inevitability of the love that directed his life. “We had come, without knowing, to our inevitable place,” he said.

Whenever I came upon it, I felt as if it were shrouded in mysticism. But maybe that was just the fog rolling inevitably to the shore. As you can see, your lovely essay has made me nostalgic. Thanks for writing another great piece!