
Yes, I know it was a bad joke. Or pun… or whatever.

I try to make my titles interesting, to increase my readership. You might also have noticed, in the title, that this is part 6 of a series. That is why I am not going to explain again why I was on this beach in Santa Cruz in Northern California.

Because you should already know why I was there, who I was with, where I was on my way to, where I was coming from, and many other interesting details that make this a good adventure.

You should also know that I am partial to the green anemones.

I don’t know what this stuff is, so I call it ‘sea moss’.

A humming bird finds the mother lode in some aloe flowers.

I hope you like the aloe flowers…

They are going to play an important role in an adventure I had the following day.

That is a nice picture of some drift wood… or a drift tree…

Soak it in… especially if you live where it is snowing.

Hey, cousin!

I have one more post of photos from this, the end of the first day of my three-day, detour-filled adventure.

I hope you stick around for the rest of the story.

Because it is worth hearing about.

Otters!!!









A giraffe’s coffee would be cold by the time it reached the bottom of its throat. Ever think about that, Art? No. You only think about yourself.
You got me there.
I enjoy a good pun, but I bow to the Master for making one on the improbable anemone! Woo hoo!
You are too kind.
I admire excellence no matter how it manifests itself!
awww… shucks.