It's easy to imagine that a view not that different from the one provided on a sunny day from the cliff at Crescent Bay Point Park was where so many clichés were invented: The ocean does sparkle, the swooping patch of sand to the south is breathtaking, etc. The park itself is small but perfect, from the gently sloping green lawn that provides a workspace for yoga practitioners and scenery painters to the fastidiously manicured native-foliage planters to the charmingly hokey statues of birds and seals. But the real attraction is the wildness at its rim—the craggy rocks below, the sea foam that shoots up from crashing waves, the barking of real seals, and the knowledge that you can go see any of this at any time.
