point reyes station, which has the biggest commercial district, owes its existence (and obviously part of its name) to the railroad that ran through for 59 years ending in 1933.
Originally it was called olema station. However, the main property owner, novato dentist galen burdell, gave it its lasting name in 1883. black mountain, whose rolling crest dominates the near distance east of town, carries the family name of burdell's wife.

Along main street, which is a street, is also highway 1 but is marked as shoreline highway, most of the north-facing facades date to the railroad era. The architecture is vaguely italianate-- many of the early town fathers were northern italian immigrants or italian speaking swiss.

The most imposing edifice is the brick grandi building, built in 1915. although empty now, it once housed a grand hotel, ballroom, and general store. Down the street, the woodsided point reyes emporium (1898) survived the 20th century beautifully.

The railroad switching yard occupied the facing area. Here, once standard gauge rails were laid from sausalito, loads had to be shifted to and from the narrowgauge cars that still ran north up to the russian river. Ultimately, the old depot was turned and moved and is now the postoffice. The old enginehouse stands too; it's the burnt-red structure a block off the highway from the gas station.

Elsewhere, commercial and office buildings are known as what they once were: the old creamery building, the livery stable, the hay barn. The rambling white building at the southern entrance to town is known as the cheda building, although cheda's garage (the oldest triple-a outlet in the state) is a block up the street. Even the point reyes whale of a deli is sometimes called by its original name - cheda's - even though the store has had several evolutions in between.

The sidewalks buzz with activity on sunny weekends. As the coast's commercial anchor, point reyes station has at least one - and usually just one - of everything: one hardware store, one grocery store, the only bank on the marin coast, and likewise, the only feed supplier, and the only pharmacy.

The downtown eateries, of which there are several, seem almost a mandatory stop for caravans of bicyclists, motorcyclists and all manner of visitors coming through.