Seasfi is all the evidence left from a grand joke planned centuries ago by Satan for those pastorial souls who would call the Santa Cruz mountains their home. Satan drove his hellish minions mercilessly for years as they mined most of the good granite from under the picturesque hills. Now, unstable and fault ridden, the hills buck like a bronco in the earthquake and slide like a drunk on a tile floor in the rain.
The route to hell is not direct through these mine shafts, though no doubt it can be found. He will emerge through the surf at Maverick's Beach when He has occasion to visit this bucolic corner of the world.
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