When The Tourists Go Back Home

The town is ours again. Today was that way. No noisy hordes, no cell phone addicts, no wild hounds. Just the ocean and the sun and a couple of blissful ten-year olds. Now ready to take on the work week, and a trip to the
Emerald City.

They knew the other boy from school.

Paradise waits on the crest of a wave...

Mostly redwood driftwood

I like the patterns in the rock walls along the beach.

Payback

bush visits Brazil. Not exactly a warm welcome. Who's going to protests across the country tomorrow? I will be in the town next to ours, for a march and rally. It coincides with the Whale Festival, which takes place every year at this time, when the gray whales are migrating.

I sure hope the protest doesn't upset any of the tourists. (wink)