but hold your breath, because the tide is coming in...
Haven't updated in a while, so since it's an unusually slow day, I figured I should log on and dispelled any rumors about Ariel and I being washed out to sea.
Our trip to Fort Bragg went wonderfully, despite not being able to get into Russian Gulch. (must have been the annual meeting of the American Conchologist Society or something) We did find our way to McKerricher instead, and got a lovely little walk-in site that was incredibly close to the beach and surrounded by delicious blackberries. Mmmmmm.... delicious.
It was also completely secluded, right up until the point we got surrounded on three sides by an elderly couple, a gaggle of little kids, and a pair of yuppies who brought golf clubs to the beach. (so much for being 'as loud as we want') During the night, our campsite was also ransacked by a trio of foul tempered masked banditos-- better known as raccoons. The little bastards pried open the lid to our cooler and made off with an entire tub of potato salad and a huge chunk of pastrami, but decided my jello cups weren't fit for consumption. Sheesh. I'm surprised they didn't steal my hubcaps while they were at it.
Fortunately, we packed way too much food to begin with, and spent most of our time snacking on blackberries, so it's not like either of us were in danger of starvation.
For anyone who wants to see the abysmally cute photos that we took while we were there, Al uploaded a bunch of them here.
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And speaking of the irrepressibly adorable, have you checked out http://www.didleysquatmusic.com lately?
Well? Have you?
Seems their web designer spent an awful lot of time taking samples of David's artwork, animating them, then converting the entire site into one enormous technicolor seizure machine.
Gaze upon it, if you dare!
Our trip to Fort Bragg went wonderfully, despite not being able to get into Russian Gulch. (must have been the annual meeting of the American Conchologist Society or something) We did find our way to McKerricher instead, and got a lovely little walk-in site that was incredibly close to the beach and surrounded by delicious blackberries. Mmmmmm.... delicious.
It was also completely secluded, right up until the point we got surrounded on three sides by an elderly couple, a gaggle of little kids, and a pair of yuppies who brought golf clubs to the beach. (so much for being 'as loud as we want') During the night, our campsite was also ransacked by a trio of foul tempered masked banditos-- better known as raccoons. The little bastards pried open the lid to our cooler and made off with an entire tub of potato salad and a huge chunk of pastrami, but decided my jello cups weren't fit for consumption. Sheesh. I'm surprised they didn't steal my hubcaps while they were at it.
Fortunately, we packed way too much food to begin with, and spent most of our time snacking on blackberries, so it's not like either of us were in danger of starvation.
For anyone who wants to see the abysmally cute photos that we took while we were there, Al uploaded a bunch of them here.
* * *
And speaking of the irrepressibly adorable, have you checked out http://www.didleysquatmusic.com lately?
Well? Have you?
Seems their web designer spent an awful lot of time taking samples of David's artwork, animating them, then converting the entire site into one enormous technicolor seizure machine.
Gaze upon it, if you dare!