The kid and I headed up the Mt. Manuel Trail for a peek at Ventana country Sunday. The trail is there, but it's washed out in spots, sometimes presenting hazards, and the poison oak is a bit too think for a kid hiking in shorts. We did get a decent view of what I believe to be “Lonely Rock.” (Not “Lovely Rock.” I prefer the descriptive term to the cliché). There is only rock that meets Jeffers description, but even this rock doesn't quite fit the rock in the poem. Was Jeffers exaggerating?
Photo by Dan Jensen, 2014.