Sunsets are often magical in this region, and watching them from the air is often transcendent. Up here the light lingers much longer, and many times when we land it’s startling how dark it already is on the ground. The fabric of sunset is woven among all the things that stand tall, as shadows silently fall into darkness.
2595 Valley Glory
So it was as we looked back along the highway winding among the hills from Gaviota toward the valley we’d just left. Each furrow in the terrain was stretching inexorably up the slopes until it claimed their colors for the night. As we passed the peaks their rocks, hills and mountains were bathed in beauty saluting the Pacific sunset in a gathering haze from distant agricultural fires.
2603 Evening Salute
The last light of day reveals texture, and the mysterious weave of this ancient stone face stood out to accent the sunset fabric.
2670 Woven Rock
Each hour of every season offers delight and joyful nourishment to the aviator who takes the time to descend from the clouds to move at a respectful distance among the wonders of earth.
John & Anne Wiley 
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