Took KB right out to Rialto Beach on Friday, she had come all the way from Germany to get to the Real Outside Ocean, and Outside we went. (OK, ok, she also came for the ceremony in Crestone...) Very very satisfying to drive around with her, she rides with a map in her lap, keeping track of where we are and where going.
Very little surf, and no birds to speak of (not even gulls and crows, nor even little flitty birds singing in the forest behind the beach). A little wrack, no litter, few people. "This is sure not Florida," I said at a moment when I had settled happily into a bank of pebbles, leaning against a log, watching the occasional through-hiker stomping along, or a bundled-up couple amble by.
There was actually one beached bird, KB spotted it. Had we been surveying, it would have been the first reported (dead) bird on the Ellen Creek beach segment since July 10, 2011. Took pictures, will ask JL for i.d. help even though it doesn't count in the scientific record.
Then we went around to La Push, to look for whales from First Beach. Well no, of course, though in theory it is not too late because J.Lee said last weekend she was still seeing them at Davenport, and promised to ask a few to show themselves for me. But there must have been fish moving up the river. Boats were moving in and out from the marina, through the river channel and out to sea; and gulls, and lots of sea lion action. Eagles, many bald eagles, mature and juvenile, sitting around on the snags, in the air, even fishing the river though we never saw one catch anything. Later we had a late lunch in the River's Edge Restaurant, continuing to see sea lions around...