We brought the dogs to Mansons Landing yesterday for a beach gallop. The tide was so high one could dive right off the beach into water deep. There's a plywood boat lashed to the dock draped in weathered tarps. She has passed from the useful. I picked her owner up as he hitchhiked Cortes-style - standing at a crossroads using both thumbs, prepared to go in any direction his benefactor was travelling - a couple of weeks ago. His chosen aromatics, tobacco, rawhide and pot, linger still in the backseat. He shared his tale of galley fires and empty extinguishers while at sea. He also described his recent brain-surgery. It seems he thinks the harbor master bears a grudge as he was asked to either fix or remove his vessel. It's probably more that the harbor master recognizes the inevitable: he will abandon his boat. In my view, having spent half an hour with Captain Wobbly, the concern is prudent and well-founded. The good Captain asked if he could give me something in return for the transportation. He suggested a tune on his recorder. It was either Good King Wenceslaus or Brother, Can you Spare a Dime? Wobbly can't play a lick.
| Could be the Good Captain and his first mate |
From the beach, we gathered stones and shells for Mackenzie, our budding geologist. She's also a budding invertebrate zoologist, linguist and a hundred other things. Mailed them to her today. We suggested that she use some of her new sea stones to replace the ones that fall from her dad's head on occasion. Some spectacular driftwood revealed itself in the sand. Mac would love that, too, but she's going to have to come here to get it.
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| Driftwood buffalo? |
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The water by the ferry landing is sparkling. It's reminiscent of a Star Trek beam-up, circa 1968.
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Whilst Mr. Photographer, Poet and 100-Other-Brilliant-Things gets to philosophize on our walks, I carry the bucket of stones and hold onto our two viscious cannines. Back and forth they go. Vetegtation to sea. Straining at the leash to chase the noise in the trees. Attacking a life form bobbing up and down in the rising seas. Is it a seal? A walrus? Nope, just a black boulder being devoured by the tide. I am thankful they didn't choose the trees, they may have been the ones consumed.
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