The trail barely feels attached to the earth. It is vertiginous in many places. The waves crash so hard below it sounds like thunder, you swear you can feel the impact and there is some fear that this might be the day this part of the trail decides to fall into the sea.
I found a nice black tank top on the trail on the way home, so I took it. Now I see in the picture that it probably belonged to the woman pictured here on the right. I could have brought home a lot of nice shoes and socks, beach towels and mats and tons of garbage as well.