Despite Molly's dubious look, we were excited to be there.
And why not? I think I'm running out of superlatives here, but it was [insert superlative].
And there were seals! Seals and pups come to the beach to hang out!
They look like dogs a bit. Dogs with flippers and lots of fat, but still somewhat canine.
This was just a pup, lounging around on a rock as the tide came in.
It was hard to get close because of the waves coming in, and probably not a good idea to get much closer, too.
He was pretty cute, though.
The rocks were covered with tiny mussels. If I had been ready, we would have feasted! But alas, I brought no bag. Also, I bet you're not supposed to harvest them from a protected beach.
The rocks were all sandstone with glaciated rocks and pebbles inbedded. In other words, in several million years, provided all this gets covered by tons of rock before it erodes away, this would be puddingstone! Roxbury of the Southern Seas. You JP folk will know what I'm talking about.
Good bye, little pup. Stay cute and fish smelling.
Our hosts, from a distance.
And Molly, gazing to the sea. If these rocks look familiar for some reason, boot up Windows. The default screen lock image is taken on this beach.
Just with better colors, and probably a crap load of photo shop.
That's right! You're in a famous place!
Well, and it's amazing, too.
At this point, I warned her of the wave coming in, so she started moving.
So, thinking that we just saw one seal, and would call it a day, we were surprised to see two more!
Sneaky...
Sneaky...
The second one is just behind the rocks, to the left. The guy front and center was trying to sleep, which was made more difficult because his mouth smelled so strongly that there was a swarm of flies buzzing constantly. Seeing a 300 pound aquatic mammal try to swat flies with a flipper is pretty comical.
All of the rock formations had pretty cool looking caves, but because of the waves, we couldn't really explore them. At low tide you can, though.
And one final seal, across the brown stream. We couldn't get close, and didn't want to, as this one was massive, and obviously preening.
And now, the long hike back.
Not terribly long, really. But we were getting hungry. And sand is not the most fun to walk through.
We had a destination in mind. Molly and I had gone to the Mussel Inn (or simply, The Mussel, as locals call it) to hear music before, but we had heard that the food was pretty good, too. And we wanted to see the place during the day.
And the space is fantastic. Lots of outdoor seating.
Patios and covered areas abound.
Of course, hipster grace. The mussels were HUGE. They're called green tips for a reason. Very tasty, and very buttery.
This is a little honor system based farm stand (it was empty at the time), but the view beyond it made it worth while to stop.
And then home, and prep. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
still can not view the videos :(
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