Beachy

Today dawned bright, warm, and clear. After a few days of "iffy" weather, we were delighted to have an opportunity to put on sloppy clothes and go to the beach.  All told, we walked about seven miles north toward Santa Cruz and back.  The beach was nearly empty except for a few surf fishermen and a million birds.

The surf was high today, with at least four, and sometimes five or six sets of breakers crashing onshore.

And then, strangely quiet.

Pelicans and (baby pelicans?) claimed the higher elevations of the beach.

While other little guys fished the lower areas.

And thousands of little birds with long beaks and super fast legs fished the water line. These little guys could walk faster than most of the other birds could fly.

Later in the day, the park began to fill up with a group of rv'ers that are with a club. We seem to be one of the only non-members left. Things got a little noisy as the Feeblebums yelled at the Wishnwarts about dinner, and the Hocksnotters worried about getting the best site.

Donna and I went back to the beach.