A couple of people have commented that I have not been posting. My husband comments about that every couple of days. [It’s been almost a month, I think.] Gary is worried about me, and maybe I have even been a little worried about myself.
Yesterday, there was a young seal playing in the tide pool at the base of the sea stack we call “the seal.”
We walked north all the way around Hug Point and into the next beach last week. All the wave-swept stone was coated in green, like matching jackets. I would have walked to Arcadia, another half mile, but we’d have had to come home on the highway and there are a couple of dangerous stretches I know too well from when I was running.
I meant to share photos. It was an accomplishment to walk that far on the beach before the end of March.
The seaweed will begin to go once the sun is high enough to burn it during low tide.
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