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The Beach & Lagoon
Jul. 13th, 2005 01:59 pmSpent a few days at the beach house, and lucked out with a heat wave inland, which meant that it was perfect summer weather at the beach. Whoo and Hoo. S- was supposed to come out the entire time, but her father had a mild stroke and she spent the days dealing with hospitals and doctors. He seems to be okay now, though she's hoarse and has a cold now, so yay and bummer. J- and dogs came out and we hung and did nothing and talked and read and walked on the beach and drank cold, cold beer and ate salsa and chips. Good times.
All their cotton blankets were stinky, blech, so when I felt domestic early one morning, I took all the bedding in the house, except the sheets I brought out and was using, to a neighboring town's laudromat. I stopped about half way there, along a lagoon, to look at the 50-60 sea lions hauled out to bask in the sun. The lagoon looks like the world's largest mud flat, about a decade away from being a meadow, except for a few channels. There was a deep wide one next to the mound where the sea lions were. A VW van pulled in front of my car, and 3 or 4 grey haired guys in tie-tyed t-shirts and shorts got out to talk to the 8-10 motorcycle dudes in leathers who pulled in behind the van. A birder clad in khaki had his spotting scope set up on a point and looked over at us wondering if we were coming to see what he had in focus. The sea lion colony was loud; always bellows, grunts, honks. Those working their way out of the water made loud slapping noises in the mud with their bodies working their way to a spot. They flip around, sunning different sides, but alway managing to look like a Benny Bufano sculpture; fins up. Only one sea lion had a bright red head; blood? I could've walked down to the spotting scope to check, but instead continued to sit on the grass ledge 5 feet above the water sipping my latte & watching. A couple of motorcycle dudes came to the edge of the lagoon to holler at the sea lions, few of whom turned to look at this odd noise.
This town is famous for continually removing the highway town sign, so you have to know where it is to get there. The road in is beautiful. I'd forgotten that there are farms out there, lettuce, I believe. There's a beautiful old weathered barn with a . I've been there before, but never by myself with time to wander around. It's a very eccentric place, in a good way. Young beautiful 20somethings in thrift shop miss-matched clothes, Latino workers, lean guys with pretty dogs and surf boards on the roof of the VW van with long white hair, little kids running in and out of the Community College Marine Research Station day camp, construction workers building a house, some moms in jumpers talking about gardening, someone sleeping in a pickup RV with portholes cut in the top for 2 pit bulls to hang out and watch the goings-on. I walked all the way out to Duxbury Reef, which I'd not done before. It's a long walk, and there's a whole large beach I'd never seen before. It's warmer there than at Stinson; more protected from wind from the northwest. There were quite a few surfers, incuding two bikini'd young women, ::shiver::. The water's still ~51 degrees!
back to work...
All their cotton blankets were stinky, blech, so when I felt domestic early one morning, I took all the bedding in the house, except the sheets I brought out and was using, to a neighboring town's laudromat. I stopped about half way there, along a lagoon, to look at the 50-60 sea lions hauled out to bask in the sun. The lagoon looks like the world's largest mud flat, about a decade away from being a meadow, except for a few channels. There was a deep wide one next to the mound where the sea lions were. A VW van pulled in front of my car, and 3 or 4 grey haired guys in tie-tyed t-shirts and shorts got out to talk to the 8-10 motorcycle dudes in leathers who pulled in behind the van. A birder clad in khaki had his spotting scope set up on a point and looked over at us wondering if we were coming to see what he had in focus. The sea lion colony was loud; always bellows, grunts, honks. Those working their way out of the water made loud slapping noises in the mud with their bodies working their way to a spot. They flip around, sunning different sides, but alway managing to look like a Benny Bufano sculpture; fins up. Only one sea lion had a bright red head; blood? I could've walked down to the spotting scope to check, but instead continued to sit on the grass ledge 5 feet above the water sipping my latte & watching. A couple of motorcycle dudes came to the edge of the lagoon to holler at the sea lions, few of whom turned to look at this odd noise.
This town is famous for continually removing the highway town sign, so you have to know where it is to get there. The road in is beautiful. I'd forgotten that there are farms out there, lettuce, I believe. There's a beautiful old weathered barn with a . I've been there before, but never by myself with time to wander around. It's a very eccentric place, in a good way. Young beautiful 20somethings in thrift shop miss-matched clothes, Latino workers, lean guys with pretty dogs and surf boards on the roof of the VW van with long white hair, little kids running in and out of the Community College Marine Research Station day camp, construction workers building a house, some moms in jumpers talking about gardening, someone sleeping in a pickup RV with portholes cut in the top for 2 pit bulls to hang out and watch the goings-on. I walked all the way out to Duxbury Reef, which I'd not done before. It's a long walk, and there's a whole large beach I'd never seen before. It's warmer there than at Stinson; more protected from wind from the northwest. There were quite a few surfers, incuding two bikini'd young women, ::shiver::. The water's still ~51 degrees!
back to work...