I like how you're staging this trip as a "Grand Tour" episodes. Do you have a co-driver to share wisecracks with, or are most of the travel conversations between Sunsette and Mum?
Is that layers of dried salt on the rocks in the motor scooter pic?
I used to find bees on the beach once in a while. Usually honeybees. I think maybe they come down to get water but then get wet or something and have to dry out before they can fly. That ginormous bumblebee might be a carpenter bee. (Eastern Carpenter Bee, sez teh interwebz.)
I've seen weird tracks like that in the sand. I've seen what makes them. But I won't tell you, because I know you'll enjoy tracking (ha!) down the mystery.
So, like, about a bazillion years ago, when I was a kid, we were at the beach with our grandparents. My grandma and my little brother were sitting on a big log WAY back from the surf line, in the dry sand like in this picture. A so-called "sneaker wave" rolled in. It didn't look all that big, but it was fast, and the water kept coming and coming until about two inches of water hit the log, enough to float it and move it and to send my grandma and little brother tumbling! They both got totally wet and covered in sand! I suppose it could have been super dangerous, as those large drift logs weigh tons, but as it was, it was pretty funny.
Oh, man! That little beach stream inspires the full-on "nostalgia feelz" from when I was a kid ex-ploring at the Oregon coast. All those once-remote beaches are lined by fancy rich people houses now.
Those scallop shells would make perfect mini-sized sand saucers for sliding down sand dunes. But... no walking on the dunes!
Hey, lobster traps! I've heard of a place where hundreds of those have been discarded!
"Biblical plague level" of flies! That sounds nasty! Reminds me of the mosquitoes I encountered in the Klondike. (And, once, at Yellowstone Park.)
The Beach Point light looks more practical than aesthetically pleasing, but at least they've given it a classic colour scheme.
Little glittery bits in the sand, and is that a turban snail shell?
Is that a wild iris? When I was a kid, wild irises of a type called "Lady Slippers" grew in the deep moss in the forested portion of my grandparents' farm. Supposedly they were an "endangered species."
People used to paint on the rocks at Ka'ena Point when I lived on Oahu. That would be Ka'ena Point where, when the Coast Guard decommissioned the small lighthouse, they knocked over the tower. Because, y'know, gub'mint. The lighthouse remains became a "canvas" for those with an artistic bent (and a backpack full of spray paint).
Oh, that mermaid, carved in to the rock! Art? Or vandalism?
The cave looks like a fine place to get out of the sun and wind for a few moments; or until the tide comes in. Were there any prehistoric-looking isopods scurrying around in the dark sea cave crevices?
Is that layers of dried salt on the rocks in the motor scooter pic?
I used to find bees on the beach once in a while. Usually honeybees. I think maybe they come down to get water but then get wet or something and have to dry out before they can fly. That ginormous bumblebee might be a carpenter bee. (Eastern Carpenter Bee, sez teh interwebz.)
I've seen weird tracks like that in the sand. I've seen what makes them. But I won't tell you, because I know you'll enjoy tracking (ha!) down the mystery.
So, like, about a bazillion years ago, when I was a kid, we were at the beach with our grandparents. My grandma and my little brother were sitting on a big log WAY back from the surf line, in the dry sand like in this picture. A so-called "sneaker wave" rolled in. It didn't look all that big, but it was fast, and the water kept coming and coming until about two inches of water hit the log, enough to float it and move it and to send my grandma and little brother tumbling! They both got totally wet and covered in sand! I suppose it could have been super dangerous, as those large drift logs weigh tons, but as it was, it was pretty funny.
Oh, man! That little beach stream inspires the full-on "nostalgia feelz" from when I was a kid ex-ploring at the Oregon coast. All those once-remote beaches are lined by fancy rich people houses now.
Those scallop shells would make perfect mini-sized sand saucers for sliding down sand dunes. But... no walking on the dunes!
Hey, lobster traps! I've heard of a place where hundreds of those have been discarded!
"Biblical plague level" of flies! That sounds nasty! Reminds me of the mosquitoes I encountered in the Klondike. (And, once, at Yellowstone Park.)
The Beach Point light looks more practical than aesthetically pleasing, but at least they've given it a classic colour scheme.
Little glittery bits in the sand, and is that a turban snail shell?
Is that a wild iris? When I was a kid, wild irises of a type called "Lady Slippers" grew in the deep moss in the forested portion of my grandparents' farm. Supposedly they were an "endangered species."
People used to paint on the rocks at Ka'ena Point when I lived on Oahu. That would be Ka'ena Point where, when the Coast Guard decommissioned the small lighthouse, they knocked over the tower. Because, y'know, gub'mint. The lighthouse remains became a "canvas" for those with an artistic bent (and a backpack full of spray paint).
Oh, that mermaid, carved in to the rock! Art? Or vandalism?
The cave looks like a fine place to get out of the sun and wind for a few moments; or until the tide comes in. Were there any prehistoric-looking isopods scurrying around in the dark sea cave crevices?
They're not dolls, they're action figures!