I’m really not a daredevil, at all. But to look at some of the photos I shot along the Mendocino coast, you might get that impression. I will admit that I did rather foolishly pick my way across the rocky “bridge” in the photo below. But in my defense, I was following the Big Guy; and when we reached the other side and looked down from that angle to see the wild surf crashing just below our feet… well, let’s just say we were both thrilled to get safely back across onto solid ground.