For just the second time since Rona overtook my senses, I buzzed over to Moss Landing for a beach walk on Monday. The sky was overcast and gray, but I did not even care. It was wonderfully uncrowded and pretty clean overall, two things that increased the fun.
I kind of knew it was going to be a good visit. All the way there, the little things added up - green lights, easy traffic, a serendipitous clear space when I needed to left-turn on Jetty Road off Highway One - I barely had to stop the whole way from home to the dunes.
And then, after walking maybe a mile along the low-tide surf, I happened upon a rare little treasure - three unblemished sand dollars just sitting there waiting for me to say hello. I did not touch or move them - just took a picture and smiled. Leave No Trace.
Lucky Day! |
I tried and failed to make a California surf movie with my phone. Sorry. I called Blake Lively's people to see if she was available. Evidently, though, she has been pumping out babies like a 1950's Vatican-approved, Hoover-vacuum, Swanson's-TV-dinner house-mom and can no longer fit into her sexy wet suit. So this is the best I could come up with for now.
Needs sharks and gratuitous Lively cleavage. |
Professor Gull orates. |
In my opinion, gulls are lazy opportunists. |
Curlews dig low tide. |
Toward the end of my walk, I found a bunch of clams hap-hazardously arranged on the sand in juxtaposition to a picked-clean sun-bleached fish bone. Make up your own caption. Whatever you come up with, it definitely won't favor the fish.
Insert caption here. |
Adios, mija. |
Jim
P.S. My 2020 in 2020 Challenge is going well. As of today, I have walked 1,175 miles with no days off. So I'm right on schedule for 2,020 by New Year's Eve. I'm going to need one of those noisemaker celebration dealies for sure, maybe a small vial of confetti, too.
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