Well, sometimes I want to pull up stakes (flukes, really) and
sometimes I don’t.
Every day I’m keen to sail, but in Los Gatos we were in a
spectacular anchorage without a town, hard to leave after only one day. Only 4 boats would fit in the northern lobe of
the harbor, shaped like a cursive capital E, as the northerly swell coming in
whipped up surf on the beach in the unusable southern lobe. The terrain was beyond
beautiful.
The middle stroke of the anchorage E is a red columned rock face with
rounded wind weathered stones making a walkway between the beaches most of the
way until the wall collapses and dropping a boulder barrier. During our
afternoon beach walk we hopped the rocks and enjoyed the eroded soft rock
surfaces, perfect for barefoot balancing.
Erosion by gentle rubbing. We crossed most of the rocky wall in the background. |
It's crab molting time, early spring in the Sea. The tide
lines are littered with empty crabshells. The owners just back out and leave
the old armor. At Los Gatos the most common crab was the speedy Sally
Lightfoot, Steinbeck’s nemesis, known for chasing about on vertical surfaces
just above the waves. Unlike water dwelling crabs, the Sally Lightfoots seem to
choose high ground for disrobing. On the tops of rocks with a water view we
kept running into their bright red-orange speckled shells, empty but facing out to sea as if on watch.
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