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Light and wind make art on the Pacific. (©Ted Pease 2009)
The rocks embedded in Home Beach, swirled and sculpted by the tide. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)
Low tide at Home Beach on Trinidad harbor. (©Ted Pease 2009)
The swells were 16 feet and throwing up fog on Patrick’s Point. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Lulu doesn’t actually eat these bones, but she likes to show them off. (©Ted Pease)
Murres speed through the fog off Patrick’s Point. (©Ted Pease 2009)
’Nuff said. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Common Murres—uncommonly fast at sea. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Common Murres speed past the surf at Turtle Rock. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Actually, the place is Turtle Rock, about a mile off the coast north of Trinidad, Calif. Covered with sealions, jealous of their new pups at this time of year, and protected by a serious ocean surge. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Green in the CooPeasian garden. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)
Sealion pups lounging. (©Ted Pease 2009)
A couple of rock cod and a halibut await filleting. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Brown pelicans leap from a rock off the northern California coast. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Sadie the Seadog takes on a Flying Nun quality as the mighty Toad rounds Trinidad Head. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Hanging out atop Turtle Rock. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Yup, that’s the first rockcod of the ’09 season. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Sadie aboard Toad, out to sea. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Sadie, er, “mans” the boat aboard the mighty Toad. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Pelicans dive off Turtle Rock as sealions bark. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Lulu knows when to rest her dogs. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Brenda and the dogs finish their morning run on Indian Beach with a footwash in Parker Creek. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Parker Creek comes out to meander across Indian Beach—called Home Beach by the Tsurai—to the harbor. Dogs meander, too. (©Ted Pease 2009)
About eight miles out of Trinidad, a flock of albatross swooped in to land by the boat, one at a time, until there were more than 20. A happy day at sea—is there any other kind? (©Ted Pease 2009)
42 lbs. That’s the result for the first try at halibut since dad caught one by accident from the skiff in Maine in 1965. (©Jim Gullet 2009)
Jim Gullet, skipper of the Wind Rose, a crab boat out of Trinidad, waits for the fish to bite, eight miles out to sea. (©Ted Pease 2009)
On her first day in the water, the mighty Toad caught the limit of rock cod, from A to Z. (©Ted Pease 2009)
We run and run and run...and get here. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Lulu and Sadie prowl Indian Beach for kelp and revolting things to roll in. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Good times, good snacks . . . while there was still a salmon season: 2004. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Sadie and Brenda clean their feet after a run on Indian Beach. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)
The colt in the Saunders’s field likes passersby. Looking for a name. Or an apple in your pocket. (©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)
(©Ted Pease 2009)