My happy place.
Life is so sweet and calm.
Just time with Colin.
Lots of exploring.
Lots of talking and wasting time.
If we felt rowdy, we could hit up the bar, the Salty Crab.
Other than that, it was four days with nothing planned.
Abalone seems to be prettier here.
The view from the front porch of the sweetest little cottage.
My beach cottage.
After a few visits here, the vintage cottage has me hooked.
The patriotic living room.
Kitchen utensils that look too pretty to use.
The Cove. Where everything happens. Fishing from the pier if no boats are available. The barge drops off everything the island needs. Ships take cover during bad storms. This is the most active part of the island. Only rivaled by the air fields constant landing and take off. Of course there may be secret squirrel training but I wouldn't know anything about that.
The views are breath taking.
Seriously, a little scary next to the edge.
Like, hmmm, how much life insurance does he have on me?!
The water is so clear. Even when the wind ripples the top. It is easy to see down 20 feet.
An ocean swim was on my list to do. It was pushed off the list by a long nap. Next time.
I was secretly scared because sea lions, barracuda and sharks are seen there frequently.
I sat enjoying the view. Colin looked for more fossils.
We climbed a gully in search of fossils. A trek down to a secret fishing hole.
The dolphins were active. We watched many pods swim by. Sometimes followed by a flock of birds.