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Rocks on a glossy Trinidad State Beach frame Lump Rock. (©Ted Pease 2009)

Pease the ocean-going wildman in mid-Pacific aboard the mighty Toad. (©Ted Pease 2009)
Lulu & Sadie are very attentive. Got cookies? (©Ted Pease 2009)
Trinity River Rafting’s intrepid Nate (aft) takes a drowning party into Hell’s Hole on the middle Trinity. The victims are Wendy (yellow helmet), Judy (in front of her), Alex (in blue, being pitched into Gina and Grandpa Lloyd), and Peez, (purple aft—which says everything, doesn’t it?). In the next photo of this sequence, only Nate is above water, which is why he’s the guide.
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)
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(©Ted Pease 2009)