Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Walking On Christmas Day



Christmas Day was bright and sunny but on the brisk side. After a morning of presents and pastries, my daughter suggested a walk on the beach. The least terns, above, have migrated back from where ever they spent the summer. They mingle with the seagulls along the waterline and stand immobile, facing into the wind for long periods of time.



We weren't the only ones who needed to get up out of our chairs and move. The lady below was using the riprap boulders at the bottom of the cliff to facilitate her stretching.



To get to the beach, we park along the Coast Highway and walk through the state campgrounds to the stairways that zigzag down the face of the cliffs to the sand. The campgrounds stretch for about a mile along the top of the bluff. The folks below had a prime spot. Mr. & Mrs. Claus were already on vacation on Christmas Day and enjoying their unobstructed view of the Pacific.



The campers in this old Airstream trailer looked like they were there for the long haul. They'd erected antennas and created a patio area with potted plants, strung colored lights and added a Christmas wreath.

6 comments:

Sweet Repose said...

Now this is the life...I'm afraid I'd need a tram to haul up all of my beach treasures...I've seen those crooked stairways...those round pebbles would be bulging my pockets!!!

steven said...

golden west those pictures and words are like balm on the soul (and the chilly eastern woodlands body)!!!! i am so glad that the old guy and his wife get to stretch out after their hard work on christmas eve! have a lovely day and thanks for taking us along on the walk! steven

The Weaver of Grass said...

Lovely to see those blue skies from a very grey UK Golden West.

High Desert Diva said...

A sunny beachy Christmas. Doesn't get much better than that.

Gerald (Ackworth born) said...

O what lovely weather you had for christmas - love the shadows of the birds on the beach.

Rachel Fenton said...

"Riprap boulders" - whaat a wonderful name! Makes me want to write a poem to stuff that in!

Happy New Year, GW!