You are in a narrow, rocky canyon running between high, craggy cliffs. Striated pillars of rock thrust up from the ground, amid collapsed arches and tumbled boulders from the heights above. Here and there a few hardy plants grow in the shady crevices. A large, horned lizard, sunning itself atop a flat, rock shelf, lazily takes notice as you pass by.
The canyon runs north for awhile and then bends off to the west. There is a large opening to the south from which the sounds of rolling surf can be heard.