C. A. Casey

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Life is Beachy Keen

Posted by Casey on August 3, 2007


I took a vacation day yesterday. We went to the beach. Now you’re thinking California . . . sun, swimming, surfing, sun-bathing . . . Uh, that’s the southern part of the state. In Northern California the beach in the summertime means a good 20 to 30 degrees colder than inland and gray overcast skies. Sometimes the clouds burn off and the sun shines . . . Sometimes.


For inlanders just north of San Francisco “the beach” means Bodega Bay. So we grabbed our sweatshirts and jackets and lawn chairs, packed up lunches, and took the windy roads through the endless vineyards of Napa and Sonoma Counties and spent the day just listening to the surf, the birds, and the hundreds of seals on a nearby rocky island. A perfect way to spend a day.


The gulls were very gullible . . .


Some had dreams bigger than themselves . . .


Odd vegetation on the beach . . .

Lots of different birds . . .

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And we can’t forget the seals . . . the black things on the island are noisy seals . . .



2 Responses to “Life is Beachy Keen”

  1. Claudia said

    You notice she goes to the beach on my first day back to work. Sheesh.

  2. Casey said

    Purely coincidental. The trip to the beach was planned quite a while ago and I never know your work schedule.

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