Went to Santa Catalina Island with DD, her brother, his wife, and our niece Sophia. A little family trip.
Went out for a late day boat ride, and saw a pod of about 10 Bottlenose Dolphins but did not get any photos (!?) of the encounter. Sometimes you just observe and enjoy without getting proof
. After, we cruised around these California Sea Lions who were sunning themselves on a bouy near the quarry.
These guys smell really foul when you get downwind of them.
Like I have probably said a million times before, the nights are magical here.
"We did not look at the underage market even though I am holding a document in my hand that says we did." –James Morgan, Former president & CEO of Philip Morris
"If children don't like to be in a smoky room, they'll leave." –Charles Harper, R.J. Reynolds Chairman
When asked by a shareholder about infants, who can't leave a smoky room, Harper stated, "At some point, they begin to crawl."
There was a nice whisp of pink fluff in the periwinkle blue skies.
And the Pleasure Pier was dancing under a nearly full moon.
Our two Bald Eagles, sitting together. This is the closest I have seen them.
This little guy was relaxing on someones boat at White's Landing. He had a fishing hook embedded in his flipper. So alternative. But seriously, fuck fishing.
Sophia brought up this guy. I spent longer that I reasonalby should have trying to find out what it was, but I couldn't.
On the way up to the Botanical Gardens, we see some young Mule Deer.
Always cute and alert.
From the Wrigley Memorial. It was supposed to be his (William Wrigley Jr.'s) mausoleum, but he didn't end up getting buried there.
Oh the old days...
Inside the glorious Casino Theater.
There's a fake Botticelli in there.
We took a hike up to the summit behind Avalon to see the other side of the island.
The views were quite nice.
You can march all along the divide, straddling both sides of the island.
The coulds were rising up from the Pacific below the mountains on a tuft of wind, and being pushed over the mountain, spilling like a bowl of soup into Avalon Valley below.
At the top, we had to "one-up" the past hikers by making our own rock tower just a bit higher than theirs.
Suck that other hikers.
The swirly road we walked up was pretty much a wuss hike, but the view was great.
Dead rat on the way back down the mountain.