Life's a beach.

YESterday was a beautiful day! Eeka and I went walking and rock collecting out by Samoa dunes. We visited my favorite stump, stuck in the sand right past the surf line.
While combing the beach for rocks and throwing the Frisbee for the dawg, we encountered an interesting man. Frank.
On the way back towards where we had come from, we stopped to chat. The "chat" lasted hours. So many stories, amazing tales of sailing solo to Hawaii, hiking in So Cal gated communities, and he had found a few amazing pebbles to share with me. Then he told me to get out of here! Travel, walk from North France to Southern France, and while I'm there stop by and see him in is country house, just ask the local cops to take me there.
I will probably remember that conversation for ever. I love those kind of encounters. And I can't wait to see his property.

Today, we visited Moonstone, a bit north of us. I love this beach because it is always changing based on the tides and the Little River's flow into the ocean. Today the beach was open and flat. Eeka and I played frisbee and checked out the beach. We encountered a couple with a large happy golden lab on a leash! Who takes their dog to the beach on a leash? Let them play. They were afraid of their dog's power and apparently unaware of how important socializing is.

So we went caving instead. I love the pocket caves at the rock side of the beach. Lovely waterfalls cascade down the cliffs infront of the entery ways. And when your inside the cave the sound of the water dripping inside echos loudly in the damp air.