There is a little beach at the end of the bay where, we are told, many of the young boating crowd gather for parties. We think it is named Tomate, Frenchman's Cove. We decided to walk there yesterday. It is about a 1/2 hour walk down cobblestone streets lined with seaside villas-most for sale or rent and many just unoccupied.
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| No parties here today |
On the other side of the beach to the right in the picture above is the Sea of Cortez. Boo was the only one brave enough to test the chilly waters. He goes absolutely nuts when he gets near waves-even little ones like we saw today. He bites at the surf and barks like crazy, as if there is some evil monster that lives in the sea.
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| There isn't much left of him when he's wet! |
December 9th was the memorial service at Chautauqua in Boulder for our good friend, Gary Muehler. We were so sorry not to be able to attend, so we decided to build a cairn out of heart rocks we collected on the beach as a way to honor his memory. We felt his presence in the pelican that kept encircling us. It's hard not to be home at times like these.
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