Fall Market

 

Stop and Smell the Kelp

October morning on Old Home Beach.

Some Morning

Now that’s a morning of hope and promise.

’Yakkin’ Around

Seafaring derring-do as Team CooPeasian takes to small, plastic boats . . .

. . . at Stone Lagoon with Kayak Zack.

It was a long time coming, but though nervous, Brenda took to it . . .

. . . like a, well, a kayak to water.

Complete with lunch break with Marna and Michael on the spit.

We’ll do it again.

Flood Tide!

“King” tides and a big westerly surge combine to overrun Trinidad State beach . . .

. . . as Stella explores the sea foam flooding the usual high tide rocks at Mill Creek.

Greg’s Barn

Dresden, Maine.

Berrybush

The fall crop of blackberries, from the yard.

Eucalyptus

Godwit Games

Godwits strolling on Clam Beach.

eeeeep!

Gentle Evening

End o’ Day off Trinidad.

Goosenecking

Prehistoric barnacles on a Houda rock.

Bounty

Not a lot from the summer garden barrels, but high quality.

WooHoo!

Today is brought to us by the number 68 — as in the number of minutes crazy Brenda ran to celebrate her birthday of the same number.

Creepy Paul

Siblings practice their awkward standing for a photo in front of creepy Paul Bunyan at the Trees of Mystery in Klamath. “You want to sit on my boot?”

Battery Point Light

The lighthouse at Battery Point in Crescent City, where cousin Sally once served as lighthouse keeper.

Shelter Kitty

Are you lookin’ at me?

Hands Up

No chipping, no peeling. Arcata, California.

Morning Beach Grrrls

The grrrls inspect Mill Creek on the TrinBeach.

Houda Beach

The Houda Hump. As the North Coast was “discovered” in the late 1800s, ships found few hospitable harbors. There were no roads through the rugged inland terrain, so everything came and went by sea. Off-loading supplies for the growing Luffenholtz settlement, which thrived from the 1890s until it burned in 1909, required ships to anchor in the heavy seas on a windward shore, transferring cargo by cables strung from masts to Camel rock to Houda beach to the bluff above. Some heavy iron anchor rings remain embedded in rocks on Houda Beach.

Ready, Toad?

Toad set to go at 6:30 in a quiet harbor.

Anemone

Seaswirl

Houda Beach to Trinidad Head.

Road Trip

This 1950s Kaiser Manhattan from Washington State still had a long way to go the morning it passed through Trinidad, California.

Quiet Morning

A quiet morning on Old Home Beach at low tide, broken only by the grumbling of seals on the rocks, the grousing of gulls, and a boat receding in the distance.

In Yer Face!

Don't mess with the kelp crab.

Mola Mola

The fish so nice they named it twice.

Minus Tide

Grass, sea-green rocks at low ride on Home Beach.

Pretty Nice

No matter how many times I see this, some days are just breath-taking. Trinidad State Beach and Pewetole Rock.

Orca

Cue the “Jaws” music. I need a bigger boat. Out looking for halibut when I came across a pod of orcas, maybe a dozen. Stopped and looked at them for a while, and this big guy came to look at me, too.

Mug

The artist at the F Street Gallery photojournalism show. (mugshot by Bob Doran)

Archery

The keyhole arch between Trinidad State Beach and College Cove.

Hosehead

Sadie luvs her hose.

Houda to the Head

Pretty nice. Foggy Trinidad Head from above Houda Beach.

Afloat

Otters lounge on the float as Wind Rose waits for the afternoon fishermen.

A Little Crabby

Some of our neighbors . . .

Down East

Boathouse

Bryce’s Boat.

Gnarly

Purple Trillium