Point Mugu has always fascinated me, because with a name like that, how could it not? It's not a comical spot, despite the word, and in some ways I think the title does it a disservice despite how delightful it is to say. Considering how often I pass by its striking promontory, the stone behemoth of Mugu never fails to affect me. Maybe it's because for me it's the dividing line-- one side is the beauty of Malibu before the frenzy of LA, while the other is the doldrums of Oxnard, the doze before the dream that is Santa Barbara. It's a beautiful spot, seemingly remote despite it's centrality, a tiny taste of the rugged coastlines found to the north. Sometimes I go to Mugu just to remind me of those shores I really love.
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