|The beach at Crystal Cove. It's bizarre visiting a beach where people are|
actually laying on blankets in swimming suits. Does that ever happen on
Washington beaches? Um, no. Never.
|The sand and mudstone cliffs on Crystal Cove. I messed around with chunking|
off a few pieces of rock and splitting them layer by layer, but then a lizard
startled me, and I thought I was going to get stung by a beach bee.
So, investigation abandoned.
|The very bee!|
|Catherine read Jaws on the beach. She told me not to take a picture of her face--|
it was that kind of a day--but you can see a tiny bit in the lower right corner.
Ha-ha! Your face in your face, Catherine!
|I found this intriguing collage among some beach debris. The white bit is|
actually a kelp bulb which has been hollowed out and bleached.
|A bit of colorful seaweed. This was everywhere: white and pink and green.|
|Look at all these lovely layers. Monika and I examined them a bit while |
Catherine read Jaws and kept the ants away from her rellenitos.