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A Magical Day at San Simeon Bay

28 Sunday Feb 2021

Posted by deborahbrasket in Nature, travel

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beach, beauty, California, Central Coast, coastline, hiking, Nature, sailing, San Simeon, San Simeon State Park, travel

Dale and I spent a magical day recently at San Simeon Bay along Highway 1, just below Hearst Castle on the California central coast. Quite unexpectedly, we found two sailboats rolling gently in the bay and three elephant seals lulling in the sun. Something we’ve never seen here before. Although elephant seals are found abundantly in this area, it’s unusual to find them on busy beaches. Signs warned us to beware, as these wild creatures can bite should they be disturbed.

One of the boats looked like La Gitana, the 46-foot sailboat that was our home for six years when we sailed around the world. Nostalgia for that magic time hit heavy. I almost felt like I could see our son at the bow with his fishing line thrown into the bay, our daughter riding the boom as she liked to do, and Dale and I sitting on the aft deck with two big green buckets and a wooden plunger, doing laundry.

Further up the beach was a quaint hut made of driftwood that some surfer had built. Like ones we often saw on remote beaches built by yachties when we were sailing.

Along the way as we hiked up the bluff and out to the point, we stopped to visit the largest eucalyptus trees we’ve ever had the pleasure to meet, with their rainbow bark, elephantine trunks and long octopus arms. Magical!

When we reached the point, we could look back at the bay and get a faraway glimpse of Hearst Castle high in the hills, another magical place. On the other side were beautiful views of the coastline.

The last time we came here we headed back after reaching the point, but this time we turned north to a path lined by pine and eucalyptus trees that parallels the coast.

The path grew narrower and darker and spookier as we walked, the trees thicker and more gnarled, blocking out the sun. Sharp branches reached out to grab and tree roots rose up to trip. On one side we could hear the hidden ocean waves whispering warnings to us, while all around the creepy creaks and groans of trees sent cold shivers down our spines. It seemed to go on forever. We could almost imagine ourselves as Hansel and Gretel lost in the stark, dark woods just before reaching the witches gingerbread house. Our path eventually opened up to a sun-filled view of the coastline stretching out as far as we could see, with the very faint outline of the Piedras Blancas Lighthouse in the far misty distance.

On the hike back to the beach we came across a strange trail of dark, oily splats along the path, as if dropped from some huge creature flying by. Dragon shit, we surmised, looking up as if to see the dark shadow of reptile wings wheeling by. A fair and fitting end to our magical day at San Simeon.

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Exploring the Deer Paths Behind My Home

04 Friday Dec 2020

Posted by deborahbrasket in Backyard, Nature, Oak Trees, Photography, Wild Life

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beauty, deer paths, hiking, Nature, nature walk, oak trees, photography

I spent a lovely morning recently exploring some of the deer paths behind our home, stopping to take photos along the way. It’s steeper than it looks here, but the deer know the best way to travel this terrain. And the lovely walking stick my husband made me with it’s sailor stitching and nubby knobs helped.

I love these oak trees, the curving branches with their rough bark and soft grassy moss, the dripping branches with their lacy ribbons. The way the sun peeks through . . .

The backlit branches spiking the sky. The tiny twigs curling like calligraphy against the deep blue.

The deer paths led me through sun-dappled glades . . .

. . . and pass the graveyards of dying and fallen giants, their bare bones scattered and broken along the way. Enriching the soil and nurturing new growth.

As I headed home again I passed the gopher ghetto that edges our property, a space my husband keeps clear of growth as a firebreak. These greedy, prolific creatures gobbled up the roots of several of our favorite rose bushes this year. But the bevy of quail that live here love this cleared space to scratch and feed. And they use the holes as bathtubs, wriggling their fat little bodies deep down into the tiny tubs and splashing the loosened dirt over their shoulders with their wings.

Home at last, I end this journey where I began, with this gorgeous red plum tree the marks one corner of our property.

And a postscript pleasure just for you: this beautiful buck who took a nap in our front yard not long ago. I feel so blessed to be surrounded by so much beauty and wildlife.

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A Walk to the River

11 Monday Feb 2013

Posted by deborahbrasket in Nature, Oak Trees, Photography, Water

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hiking, Nature, oak trees, outdoors, Photo-essay, photography, river, walking

We walked to the river recently, my husband and I and our little dog Mitsy. A short hike down a canyon a few miles from our home.

I left a crumb-trail of photos, if you’d like to join us.

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This is where we started. The river lies below that ridge of mountains you see in the background in the photo above.

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The way winds downward and grows narrow.

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Among the hollows the oak trees look so dark and wild.

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Eventually the canyon opens up into a wide, grassy meadow before descending again to the river.  A place to linger among the oaks.

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We find a tree perfect for a child to climb or swing from . . .

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. . . and places to picnic in the sun-filtered grass . . .

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. . . while we admire the gracefully curving branches of the oaks, some bending so low as to touch the ground.

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We watch out for the critters, spotting the tracks of deer and a mountain lion in the mud left-over from a recent rain.

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And strangely enough,  we see the barefoot print of a child, judging from its size.

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We cannot imagine what a child this young would be doing out here all alone in the wild. A fairy child, perhaps?  Or one raised by wolves? Or the one that lies down with lions and lambs?

Soon enough we catch glimpses of the river far below the meadow.  Here a ribbon of blue shows beneath a fringe of pine and oak branches.

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Another glimpse, framed by falling strands of moss, shows where the river parts, passing in two strands.

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Nearer now an old tree stump stands guard.

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Closer still the river is almost lost among shadows and leaves.

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The final steep trek winding down toward our destination.

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Ah, the river, at last.

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Looking to the east is a sign warning us to stay away–a military training camp lies beyond this peaceful setting.

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Looking westward all is calm and still.

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A stand of trees fed by the river rises straight and tall on one side of the shore . . .

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. . . watching their white-barked cousins dance on the other side.

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Our little dog sniffs among the leaves . . .

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. . . and wades among the shallows . . .

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. . . and stops to gaze upon the perfectly rounded world reflected in the still water.

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Up close the river is just as pretty–a still life of rock and moss . . .

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. . . lies beside the rippling water . . .

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. . . while green fronds rise from the mud below.

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One last drink before we head home.

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The walk back is just as lovely as the way down, the path still dappled in sunlight.

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I never tire of admiring the oak trees, each so unique and elegant . . .

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It’s almost two lovely to leave . . . .

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