This fellow used to live on the docks in Moss Landing: behind him are the rest of the crew, all gruntled at lying on sharp objects of the breakwater. We took a break from the ongoing rain to have a respite at Linda's and some fried artichoke hearts at Phil's in ML. We were able to see the raft/float/big crew??? of otters going down the channel to feed, and possibly saw some of the new babies.
The entrance to the ML channel with the tide receding. Evidently huge waves cover the breakwater during storms and tsunamis, although the water after the recent Chile earthquake didn't rise much here. This small beach has no signs on it, so the dogs always get a good run. The only problem is a lot of people come to this beach, probably because there is an element of freedom here and without the signs people can relax without Big Bro telling them what to do. One can breathe, although there are often composting critters that have washed up and the downwind may not be pleasant.
Sha'ash loves to get into tight spaces, especially in the forepeak bunk. He pretends that he is invisible when we are up there and casually crawls up and makes himself comfortable. Pathetic. He does not sleep, but stares with one eye, the other buried in the quilt, to see if we are going to be making any moves that he might join in on. Usually, walks, water, food,etc.
This guy is trying on retirement when the sun's out. He fixed the freezer that is giving us fits and worries, and wires the thingamijingy on the nav station, and futzes a lot. That is retirement and good practice for fixing things in exotic places. We can hardly wait to get there. The lazzarettes (what he is lounging on) are uncomfortable for lounging, but we built them for holding the bits and pieces that the boat requires: Propane locker, anchor ball, etc. We should have done that years ago as they are perfect for watchkeeping and staying in front of the dodger. That is lessons learned. Plenty of room still for friends and parties and dogs and, and, and......
This fellow used to live on the docks in Moss Landing: behind him are the rest of the crew, all gruntled at lying on sharp objects of the breakwater. We took a break from the ongoing rain to have a respite at Linda's and some fried artichoke hearts at Phil's in ML. We were able to see the raft/float/big crew??? of otters going down the channel to feed, and possibly saw some of the new babies. 
The entrance to the ML channel with the tide receding. Evidently huge waves cover the breakwater during storms and tsunamis, although the water after the recent Chile earthquake didn't rise much here. This small beach has no signs on it, so the dogs always get a good run. The only problem is a lot of people come to this beach, probably because there is an element of freedom here and without the signs people can relax without Big Bro telling them what to do. One can breathe, although there are often composting critters that have washed up and the downwind may not be pleasant.
Sha'ash loves to get into tight spaces, especially in the forepeak bunk. He pretends that he is invisible when we are up there and casually crawls up and makes himself comfortable. Pathetic. He does not sleep, but stares with one eye, the other buried in the quilt, to see if we are going to be making any moves that he might join in on. Usually, walks, water, food,etc.
This guy is trying on retirement when the sun's out. He fixed the freezer that is giving us fits and worries, and wires the thingamijingy on the nav station, and futzes a lot. That is retirement and good practice for fixing things in exotic places. We can hardly wait to get there. The lazzarettes (what he is lounging on) are uncomfortable for lounging, but we built them for holding the bits and pieces that the boat requires: Propane locker, anchor ball, etc. We should have done that years ago as they are perfect for watchkeeping and staying in front of the dodger. That is lessons learned. Plenty of room still for friends and parties and dogs and, and, and......
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