Finding Birds and Religion at the Point Reyes National Seashore, California

A few years back, I was on a road trip from Washington State down to the southern tip of California, driving as close to the coast as possible for most of the way.  Much of it was seat of the pants planning on where to visit, but one place on the radar screen from the start of the trip was the Point Reyes National Seashore.  Point Reyes is a 71,000-acre preserve located about 30 miles north of San Francisco.  It’s famous for incredible undeveloped shoreline, its herd of Tule elk, and for its wonderful biodiversity.  The excursion turned out to be a life-changing one, from the encounters I had with elk, to some great backcountry hikes, but mostly for a chance encounter with a rare bird…of the human variety.  ____________________________________________________________________________________                                                                                                                                                           It was mid to late morning when I walked up to a deserted overlook on a southeastern facing bay at Point Reyes high above a rocky beach where a large number of elephant seals were sunning themselves on the beach, and relaxing in the lazy surf.  I set up my tripod with my top-rated spotting scope, pulled out my new professional-level digital SLR camera and got it ready to shoot, set my bird book down at my feet, and adjusted my binoculars around my neck.  I clicked my first picture; it was the first time I had ever seen elephant seals in the wild, and it was pretty exciting.  I would have much closer encounters as my trip down the west coast went along, but for now this was great stuff.  The seals were pretty far away, but I could hear their grunts and groans drifting up the bluff.  I started to try to figure out how to film the seals with my camera, and I saw something out of the corner of my eye…someone was coming up the path.

Encounters with folks at wildlife viewing areas often are good things.   You get anything from just a smile and a nod, to some small talk, and every once in a while you pick up a tip from a local about another good spot to see wildlife.  As he approached, I instinctively made a quick assessment.  He was somewhere in that late middle-age, early old-age span, and had a somewhat disheveled appearance;  a little like David Crosby of Crosby Stills & Nash, in his later years with longer kinky hair and a mustache.   He wore a hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and beater sneakers.  All he carried for gear was an inexpensive pair of beat up binoculars.

We exchanged a quick “how you doing”…the usual… and he smiled a warm and a peaceful smile.  We watched the seals and scanned for birds in the water below for a while.  I broke the silence and asked if he’d like to look through my spotting scope for a closer look at the seals and seabirds.  He smiled, and said “no thank you, these binoculars are fine.”  We were quiet again for a while, and went about our birding business.  I broke the silence again and asked him if he knew about the different species of loons that were around the area – we had two species below, and others could be in the area.  It was immediately clear the guy knew his birds, and also that he knew a lot about Point Reyes, and he was a regular visitor there.    In a friendly, happy-to-share way, he gave me a lesson in Point Reyes birding.  I was pleasantly surprised, and maybe a tad guilty of having made a judgment based upon appearances.  It’s not hard to fall into this in and around the birding community.  He didn’t have any of the trappings of many of the people you come across that are either an authentic, or wanna-be, serious birder.

We watched more and chatted a bit more, and I once again asked if he was sure he didn’t want to look through my spotting scope, which I was sure provided a view far closer and clearer than with his binoculars.  “No thank you”, he replied, and he smiled the same smile, “these are fine.” As so often happens in encounters like these, no names were exchanged.  After a few more minutes, we bid each other a good day, and he left to go back to the parking lot.

I watched the seals and loons a bit more, then I also left to go find another spot to look at wildlife in some other part of Point Reyes. I got to the parking lot, and the man was at a small older model sedan fumbling for something in his trunk.  I put my gear away and started to get in my car, but at the last second decided to walk over to see if he could recommend another place to go.  He readily gave me the scoop on other good spots.  I asked for clarification about his directions to one of the spots, and he told me he’d be happy to lead the way to the spot….he had the entire day to spend at Point Reyes.

Well, that spot lead to another spot, and to another spot, and we ended up spending the better part of the afternoon birding together.

It turned out that his name was Chris, and he had a Ph.D. in Philosophy from the University of California at Berkeley back in the early 1970’s; but he went only to be part of the scene, and he never worked in anything related to his degree.  He currently lived in San Francisco in a shelter, and he did carpentry from time to time.  The car was borrowed, and as often as possible he would visit Point Reyes to bird.  He had very few possessions, and claimed to never use a computer or any other of the modern technological toys. Chris was extremely knowledgeable about all forms of current events.  Whether it was politics, world events, economics, the environment, or social movements, just like with the birds of Point Reyes, it was very apparent he knew his stuff.   His knowledge was far deeper than what was reported on the evening news and in newspapers, and it also was very apparent that he didn’t automatically accept what mass media had to say, and worked to uncover and understand truths.

Every once in a while, I would chip in a thought or question and in a completely non-judgmental and humble fashion, Chris would matter-of-factly explain to me why and what he understood to be the realities.  His insights were staggering.  Even when he spoke in what some people would say was disparagingly fashion about politics or politicians, he did so with no anger or resentment.   It was what it was.

We hiked a fair number of trails and visited a number of key birding spots; the birding was good, but being the afternoon, it wasn’t fantastic.  Except when we were discussing the most serious of world events or climbing a steep hill, Chris usually had the peaceful smile on his face.  When we did encounter a bird species I hadn’t seen before, he’d help identify it if I needed it, and tell me where else I could find it.

After several hours, I looked at my watch and I told him it was time for me to hit the road.  I was traveling without a schedule, but my mind was on the future and the time I allotted for Point Reyes was up.  So I had to move on.

I believe Chris would have been quite willing to keep going.  He was taking the day as it unfolded – being in the moment and in the experience.

He made sure I knew exactly where I was going, and how to make it through San Francisco so I wouldn’t get caught in traffic.  He gave me excellent directions. I thanked him for the “guided tour” he had provided me, and shook his hand.   We never traded full names.

Chris never did look through my scope, or show any interest in my expensive camera and binoculars.

I drove away, my mind firmly on my next destination, and thinking about the traffic I would encounter in San Francisco.   In other words, I was everywhere but in the moment.

As I drove south into and through San Francisco and the hours passed, my mind began to race with all the lessons that had been dropped on me, and appreciation started setting in.  His friendliness, simplicity, and humility.  His satisfaction with his few belongings in this world and his lack of coveting.  His peace with who he was, and his peace with the world.  His lack of materialism and consumerism.  His interest and effort expended on being informed.

Now I’m not the least bit religious, and in fact my opinion of the role of organized religion in this world would upset many a pious soul, but before long the experience morphed into a downright hallelujah episode, with Chris representing an angel sent just for me, to provide me with some midcourse corrections in my life.  Of course, I quickly decided it was all about me…I mean, I didn’t exactly have it all figured out just yet….

I kicked myself for not getting his full name.  I realized quickly though that I probably couldn’t have reached him if I wanted to, and I concluded that I wasn’t meant to have his name anyway.  I was meant to meet Chris, get some hints about the path to enlightenment, and then go on my merry way.

I look back upon that visit with Chris as a turning point in my life.  The processing that followed motivated me in what I feel to be many positive directions.  I’ve worked to become better informed about the world around me; I resolved to dig deeper and ask questions. Chris nudged me down the path of anti-materialism and anti-consumerism. I divested myself of many things and minimized purchases.  I still have some toys – I held onto my spotting scope and camera – but I choose to do without the latest bells and whistles, and I value what I have much more.   I have to work at it sometimes, but I recognize when my mind takes me out of the moment and into the future, and I work to nudge it back to the present.  I try to give my full attention to whoever I am with  and whatever situation I’m in.  Humility is a way of life to always strive for.

Yes, the chance meeting with Chris has become symbolic of many things for me and has had a huge impact on my life.  Exactly what I needed when I needed it.

Chris I am quite certain saw the whole experience very differently. To him, it was just a fairly slow day of birding.

I’m sure I won’t meet Chris again, but if I could I’d tell him it was good to see him.  I’d keep it simple, look for birds, and appreciate them quietly.  I’d welcome any and all chats related to current events.

But I wouldn’t offer to have him look through my spotting scope.  I’m sure he would ask if he wanted.



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6 replies

  1. Dave,

    Thank you. This is simply a beautiful story in every respect. By chance similar to yours, my wife, sister, and I had the pleasure of meeting Chris last weekend at Point Reyes. We were at the Fish Docks on the outer point looking for migrants when Chris informed us of the chance to see harlequin ducks and black oystercatchers within walking distance. We spent 30 minutes or so with him but we didn’t take full advantage of our opportunity to maximize our time with Chris but share your feelings about how he helps to put life, and fancy equipment, in its proper perspective.

    You may also appreciate the fact that my sister somehow managed to find your article on Chris by searching the internet for “Point Reyes” and “David Crosby.” We actually thought that David might have taken up birding! =)

    Thank you again! We are sharing your story, and ours, about Chris with anyone that may be interested.

    Leo Edson
    Sacramento, CA

  2. I work at the park and bird when I can and I’ll be on the lookout for Chris. I couldn’t help but wonder where your blog with its “top-rated spotting scope” was going. A nice U-turn indeed and a good read. Thank you.

  3. Thanks for your comment! I hope you meet up with him, and please let me know if you do!

  4. Another great story, Dave. I find it utterly fascinating that someone found your blog post after having a similar experience with the same man! The things a search engine can find us.

    We should all strive to be a bit more like Chris: less about stuff, more about nature, out of the human digital world, and into absorbing each moment as they happen.

    I have met many on my own birding journey the likes of Chris. Of course, I usually have four antsy kids with me, so my meetings are short (I’m courteous that way), but they are always smiling, at peace, patient and willing to share — especially with the kids. When on the trail, everyone’s always happy and relaxed.

    Me, I almost always have binoculars around my neck, and if there’s feathered activity in the brush, out in the marsh, or up in the tree tops, I’ll put on the long lens and use the viewfinder instead binoculars. (Beefs up my biceps/triceps as a bonus. Ha!) As I’m a bit spoiled by the immediate gratification of nailing an exposure on the spot without having to process rolls and rolls of film, I will continue to lean on my computer. I can’t tell you how many times a mystery bird was solved by having crisp telephoto shots!

    • Shannon, Thanks for so awesomely commenting on my posts! This is probably my personal favorite, and yeah it was very cool to have someone reach out who met Chris. Although it TOTALLY shot down the whole possibility that he was some mystic being sent just for me! 😉 I got over it. Birding with kids is a special kind of birding for sure, but thats awesome that you expose them to it.

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