Off we went to the outer coast. The promised sunshine eluded us for some hours. On Rialto Beach we had wild water, the usual entrancement of visitors by the huge drift logs, a buoy up in the drift with English markings (apparently therefore NOT tsunami debris),
...eagles, oystercatchers, a little tidepooling—anemones, ochre stars,ribbed limpets and a seaweed called spongy cushion that first we looked in the book under tunicates and then under sponges before we found it—and, as Robinson Jeffers said of another place, "unbridled and unbelieveable beauty."
I still feel fine, you know. Well capable of hustling my visitors two miles along the sand to the most beautiful beach in the world, and back again.
Then we whipped around the corner to La Push, to the point overlooking First Beach, where I'd see whales in April if I saw any which-last-year-I-did-not,-not-once (see next post).
4 comments:
sweetheart, how beautious! Oh I will forsake Facebook forever to come here for your sharing. I waited in the silence for word from you or Sally--no words came. Finally I remembered past the chaos of my own daily grind to seek you here. How wonderful.
beauteous
I saved the top photo and the fourth (?) one--the stones and sand--for wallpapers.
i remember the first time i saw rialto...i was speechless at the driftwood - those huge logs and the pure natural beauty everywhere. enjoyed seeing these photos you posted.
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