It has been so windy here on the north coast of California for the past two weeks that the last time we tried to walk on the beach we didn’t get far. Yesterday morning the wind died down long enough for us to climb the dunes and hang out with the gulls and a fisherman.
This is Mad River Beach at its best. The tide was coming in, and the gulls and I were chased back from the edge of the surf every few waves.
With an eye on the surf, I managed to photograph several pummeled shells that nestled in the drenched sand. I’ll be back for more today!