September 1, 2025

There's no foghorn in Mendocino anymore, but there is this low pulse you can hear from a buoy offshore. Just a small atmosphere here, based off a sample of that buoy. In a fit of synchronicity, my waterbottle struck the same pitch when I knocked on it! This is the universe talking to me. Pictured is a hive in the forest by the Mendocino Grove glamp-ground. Almost twice the size of ours. Trackerjacker hive! Link to the post.