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So last week I went to the beach with Tony, off in the week for the win. We drove up on tues and returned fri.
First day was all checking in, driving up there, unpacking, getting food. We got out to the beach after dark, walked up to the beach head, where the rocky tidal part goes. The horizon was lit up in regular sweeps by the lighthouse on the cliff. We found a tree that looked like a leaping cat spirit and he talked about a story where the cat would look at somebody and come back to haunt him, because he saw eyes in it and I didn't. I watched Minnesota kill the bengals over dinner, and we went to bed late.
Day 2 we slept in, had brekkie, and hit the beach after noon. It was a big day though, we spent about the next eight hours there. First a big swim, and then a wander down the beach. The ocean was like a teacup that day, little splashing waves and easy to play in and practice swimming. Walked down to the cliffs and discovered all the little tidal rock formations created these little half caves which felt totally secluded since you couldn't see anyone else. Surfers frequent the main cove of this area and there was a gymnast practicing backflips for a long time. We liked it so much in this system of coves we decided the opportunity for a picnic was too great, so we hiked all the way back to the main beach, found this deli J and I had been to our last trip down there and got a bunch of amazing artichoke hearts style food then returned to camp. By this time we had already begun inventing stories of Tami-Nogomachi who resisted the colonials through his familiarity with these waters and hid out in tidal camps secure because of their remoteness at high tide, cut off from the mainland. I climbed a small cliff, and that began us breaking camp to climb the lighthouse hill which we did by a long backwards way (Tami-Nogomachi disguises himself as an old woman to use the main roads in the day). We got to the lighthouse at sunset, and went back by the forest pathway, which came out again at the main beach. That night we had popcorn and biscuits for dinner and watched Jaws, which I definitely didn't find scary until the next time we went night swimming.
Day 3 We got serious about finishing Tony's reanimated kangaroo story he's working on for the zombie anthology. He spent a solid 8 hour day after banana pancake breakfast writing the damn thing. It was thirteen pages on completion. During that time, I finished reading my book, wrote a little one page vignette out of my novel and worked on the beginning of another story, a bat feeding one, made lunch (which attacked me), watched a little football, showered, etc etc. I lack hia long-term focus. He finishes it at dusk and we go out to the beach in celebration. We swim at it turns dark, it's too late for the patrols and there's this witchy wind coming off the water, straight in from the sea that makes the waves all crazy choppy. It's wild, that mood of the ocean where it calls you into its belly. I used to always want to answer that call but now it makes me afraid. Like I know what death is and I thought about that and sharks from beneath you it devours and vampires calling you in. Then a fish backflipped up out of the angry waters and I thought it was afraid and then I was really spooked. But I faced down that feeling for a bit and rode waves in. Got disoriented a bit like you do when you're listening to the ocean too hard and to the land too little, and I kicked up spray and didn't really get normal again til we were back in the room. We watched the rest of football that night and the next day
Day 4 checked out late and revised the first two pages of Tony's story and had another beach day that would remind you a lot of day 2. Except that the ocean had a little of whatever weather front that was still in it and had a contrary current and retained its choppy waves. It wasn't fey like the night before but it was ornery and you had to really work at it. And in the cliffy area there was a deeper tide, so a little tidal swimming pool had formed. And in the surfers cove the best riding rollers were coming in, but you couldn't really, I mean I only did one, because there were submerged rocks, not many but enough you prolly don't want to be doing a lot of face first travel. We disabled traps in Tami-Nogomachi's hideaway with a piece of driftwood. In the afternoon we headed home and rescued Jeremy from his computer games (the rescue looked a little like a kidnapping) for a giant indian meal and then I went home and passed out.
Jeremy and I spent saturday going to see Avatar in 3D and tidying and grocery shopping and getting a vacuum which is actually an xmas present. We declared Sat night christmas eve and watched two xmas specials while we ate ravioli. We also hopped in a circuit of the house to six white boomers.
This morning was declared christmas morning, but that's a topic for another post.
cya
First day was all checking in, driving up there, unpacking, getting food. We got out to the beach after dark, walked up to the beach head, where the rocky tidal part goes. The horizon was lit up in regular sweeps by the lighthouse on the cliff. We found a tree that looked like a leaping cat spirit and he talked about a story where the cat would look at somebody and come back to haunt him, because he saw eyes in it and I didn't. I watched Minnesota kill the bengals over dinner, and we went to bed late.
Day 2 we slept in, had brekkie, and hit the beach after noon. It was a big day though, we spent about the next eight hours there. First a big swim, and then a wander down the beach. The ocean was like a teacup that day, little splashing waves and easy to play in and practice swimming. Walked down to the cliffs and discovered all the little tidal rock formations created these little half caves which felt totally secluded since you couldn't see anyone else. Surfers frequent the main cove of this area and there was a gymnast practicing backflips for a long time. We liked it so much in this system of coves we decided the opportunity for a picnic was too great, so we hiked all the way back to the main beach, found this deli J and I had been to our last trip down there and got a bunch of amazing artichoke hearts style food then returned to camp. By this time we had already begun inventing stories of Tami-Nogomachi who resisted the colonials through his familiarity with these waters and hid out in tidal camps secure because of their remoteness at high tide, cut off from the mainland. I climbed a small cliff, and that began us breaking camp to climb the lighthouse hill which we did by a long backwards way (Tami-Nogomachi disguises himself as an old woman to use the main roads in the day). We got to the lighthouse at sunset, and went back by the forest pathway, which came out again at the main beach. That night we had popcorn and biscuits for dinner and watched Jaws, which I definitely didn't find scary until the next time we went night swimming.
Day 3 We got serious about finishing Tony's reanimated kangaroo story he's working on for the zombie anthology. He spent a solid 8 hour day after banana pancake breakfast writing the damn thing. It was thirteen pages on completion. During that time, I finished reading my book, wrote a little one page vignette out of my novel and worked on the beginning of another story, a bat feeding one, made lunch (which attacked me), watched a little football, showered, etc etc. I lack hia long-term focus. He finishes it at dusk and we go out to the beach in celebration. We swim at it turns dark, it's too late for the patrols and there's this witchy wind coming off the water, straight in from the sea that makes the waves all crazy choppy. It's wild, that mood of the ocean where it calls you into its belly. I used to always want to answer that call but now it makes me afraid. Like I know what death is and I thought about that and sharks from beneath you it devours and vampires calling you in. Then a fish backflipped up out of the angry waters and I thought it was afraid and then I was really spooked. But I faced down that feeling for a bit and rode waves in. Got disoriented a bit like you do when you're listening to the ocean too hard and to the land too little, and I kicked up spray and didn't really get normal again til we were back in the room. We watched the rest of football that night and the next day
Day 4 checked out late and revised the first two pages of Tony's story and had another beach day that would remind you a lot of day 2. Except that the ocean had a little of whatever weather front that was still in it and had a contrary current and retained its choppy waves. It wasn't fey like the night before but it was ornery and you had to really work at it. And in the cliffy area there was a deeper tide, so a little tidal swimming pool had formed. And in the surfers cove the best riding rollers were coming in, but you couldn't really, I mean I only did one, because there were submerged rocks, not many but enough you prolly don't want to be doing a lot of face first travel. We disabled traps in Tami-Nogomachi's hideaway with a piece of driftwood. In the afternoon we headed home and rescued Jeremy from his computer games (the rescue looked a little like a kidnapping) for a giant indian meal and then I went home and passed out.
Jeremy and I spent saturday going to see Avatar in 3D and tidying and grocery shopping and getting a vacuum which is actually an xmas present. We declared Sat night christmas eve and watched two xmas specials while we ate ravioli. We also hopped in a circuit of the house to six white boomers.
This morning was declared christmas morning, but that's a topic for another post.
cya
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