August, the month of unrelenting late-summer heat in the Gold Rushfoothills of central California. When I climb into my car at 6:30 a.m. thetemperature is already in the low 80s. Miserable is the only word for it.Our rolling foothills and meadows are mustard yellow, buff andvarious shades of brown after a summer of scorching sun. Even the greenoak leaves are dusty and brittle from the constant heat.So, in an attempt to escape, Sweetheart Al and I took off for thenorthern California coast. We drove our 18-foot travel trailer to the tiny townof Olema, on the edge of Point Reyes National Seashore. Our trailer isstocked with books and writing material for me, film and camera equipmentfor him, and all our favorite foods – our little dream home on wheels!We eagerly traded the scorched yellows and browns of the foothillsfor the thick, gray, chilly fog of the Marin County coast.For a few days we explored Point Reyes National Seashore, from thelighthouse (at the farthest point west) to Bolinas (full of aging hippies andmotorcycles) at the farthest point south to the Pierce Ranch at the farthest point north. The 71,068-acre park was green and moist and refreshing. Wehad to wear sweaters to keep warm and that was wonderful!My most memorable experience was at the lighthouse. Visiting itturned out to be a real endurance test.It took about 45 minutes to drive to the lighthouse parking lot fromBear Valley Visitor Center just west of Olema. The narrow, paved roaddipped and climbed and wound through numerous ranches with their herdsof dairy and beef cattle. When we finally got to the lighthouse parking lot, it