A majestic hawk flies overhead. Grey-green rocks crop silently out of the golden hills. The rolling Pacific greets the land affectionately through every starry night, foggy morning and bright day. Clean, salty smells mingle with distant sounds of people playing that float in on ocean breezes. Atop a long cypress ravens caw,
to relay the big news of the day. Authentic. Intimate. Rugged. Dillon Beach.