“The first time I saw the northern California coast and the sweeps of green hills plunging down to the Pacific Ocean, I felt it was too beautiful to be real,” says June Carey.

“Just north of San Francisco, there are still places as unspoiled as this farm. As soon as the winter rains end, the green grasses turn golden brown. In between the grazing lands like this are forests of oak, cypress and eucalyptus. The eucalyptuses are a beautiful part of our relatively young history here. They have thrived and grown large against the powerful cold winds that blow off the Pacific waters. Like people, with their many textures, moods and colors, they are a tribute to the character, strength, and spirit of survival in the West.”