The weather was unusually nice when I got home tonight. For the first time in some number of weeks it was warm, clear, sunny, fog-free. I didn’t particularly want to stay inside once I saw the Red Sox were getting thumped so hopped back on the bus I take home and went a little further west until we ran out of city. I walked down to the water towards Point Lobos and found a large park (uncreatively named Lands End) with some fairly spectacular views down the north and west coasts of the peninsula. I’m going to need to go back there with Maija sometime when there’s a little more light to see if I can find these shipwrecks.
Looking down at the rocky shoreline from Lands End, you can see the remains of three shipwrecks. In the surf below lurk Mile Rock and Point Lobos, two submerged, treacherous rock outcroppings, only the tips of which are exposed. These rocks have pierced the hulls and sterns of many worthy vessels. When the freighter Ohioan cracked up at Point Lobos on a foggy night back in 1937, her steel hull hit the rocks so hard that sparks illuminated the night. In 1922 and 1937, the Lyman Stewart and the Frank Buck each ended their days on the exact same rock off Lands End.