On Sunday along US 101 west of the lake, the vine maples were at the height of their color. The sun came and went. In the sunshine, in some places, they absolutely flamed.
The sun came and went. A rainshower passed by.
I read for a while.
No pelicans. On the way home, out over the river, two bald eagles were hunting hunting, talons hanging down and head bent to eyeball the water. They'd stoop. Didn't seem to carry off anything. They were very vocal.