7/25/25 Amy and I slept in Friday morning. When we did get up, we let Walter out of the truck and the three of us headed for the beach, walking under Highway 101 to get to the ocean.
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We were menaced by Crocs but manged to safely pass them by.
It was a little foggy on the water, but soon burned off.
Relics of an ancient civilization.
The rocks were full of fossils.
After breakfast, we took a nature walk on the trail around the camp perimeter.
The trees were weirdly contorted – octopus trees start growing on old, decaying stumps, their roots stretching to the ground below. Eventually, the host stump rots away, leaving huge trees supported by a hollow web of gnarled and calloused roots.
Amanitas sprouted amongst the litter beneath the trees.
Eventually we circled back to our camp.
I collected a beautiful bouquet of tinder for some lucky gal.
Amy practicing for the talent show.
The Activities Director kept our schedule full.
Tall tales and drinks back in camp.
We nipped down to the beach to look for shooting stars. It was a pretty night, but we didn’t see enough to make a wish.
Day 2 complete.
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