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This morning's check of the tides indicated we could get to the water below the cliffs, so we headed out for a short and hopefully dry walk along the shoreline. This set of stairs was completely rebuilt a few years ago -- extremely stout construction with stainless steel tubing might ensure a decade or two before it has to be redone.

I didn't count the steps but it's a long way down to the water.

At high tide this end is in the water; apparent by lack of sand on the steps, and eroded concrete...

We saw quite a few crabs. They have excellent vision and run when we are 20 feet away!

Not big enough for us to eat, sadly.

This one is doing the "foaming and mean look" defensive strategy... note the sea anemones below him.

Here are a few hundred more anemones! Over-population and open on the left in the water, and crowded but closed on the right in the air.

This was about the size of a tennis ball.

A father-daughter bonding session at the ocean. He remembered to bring donuts and coffee; we did not :-(

Cormorant zips by mother, daughter and cool-dad with hat

This looks like junior and grandpa

We saw three people on the shore and two on the cliffs. Here's a sea-glass-gathering girl, and a taking-big-chances-on-the-edge dude.

Coot-hat Dad got a nice ride on this wave which was about spent when I got a clear shot.

Walking a fine line between discovery and disaster; it's only a shoe-width wide, wet, and covered with moss in spots. Falling here hurts.

A look back at the stairs.

We decided (well SHE decided) on our way back we would climb the cliff (handy rope to aid us) rather than do the stairs.

Same basic angle here on this panorama photo, but taken way out on the rocks, at extreme low tide (a few years ago)

I didn't expect hummingbirds at the beach, but we saw at least 3. No great shots like Saturday though. I have circled them for your viewing convenience; they are easier to see when they are moving and quite camouflaged when they are against this cliff.

I suspect they had already milked this flower stalk dry.

The cliffside became ever more precarious and we decided it was about time to turn back.

We waved up at this guy and went north again, before he did any diving that we wouldn't want to see.

Up the hill, where we found a few nice photo opportunities. Now that I see the enlarged photos, I can see the spikes on the branches.

When I was getting these into focus I did NOT see the spikes.

When I turned to leave (ha ha, pun intended) my shirt got ripped open. Drat!

It was time to go home, the ocean was getting "crowded"

We said goodbye to a few folks on sea and shore.

Cazalea

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