Landed. Booyah!
Back in town.
Landed. Booyah!
Beach combing in search of frosted treasures.
Today concludes our family trek to the west coast to not only see family, but search every beach we can for sea glass, or fossils, or treasures of any sort. It has been mild in temperature, and mostly overcast and you know what? We’re fine with it. Heading home to temperatures in the mid thirties, so nearly a week in the mid teens has been most welcome. Also the complete lack of humidity has been very refreshing. Kids love it out here. Sad to have to say good bye once more for who knows how long, but we will be back to our regularly scheduled life in just a few short hours, and two flights, and three separate airports. Hello Sunday morning!
Walking in the woods you come upon a single, rickety swinging bridge over a chasm full of rushing water…
On a warm sunny day where it is 22°C in the full sun you walk deep into the forest where the temperature drops six full degrees and the air becomes noticeably damp. You follow a downward sloping path that leads deeper and deeper into the sun shaded woods. Before too much longer you begin to hear the thunderous roar of rushing water. There are various warning signs plastered up on the ever widening trees whose canopies disappear into the mist well above you. You approach a set of stairs leading down. Many fellow travelers around you balk at the sight of the steps. People murmur in quiet panic as you push past them and wander down, down, down. The dull roar of the water is now so loud you can barely hear anything other than the water itself. At the base of the steps is a long, and narrow bridge that visibly swings under the pilgrims foot steps. You are standing with one foot hovering over the edge. What do you do? Roll for initiative…
Looking for treasures in the rain.
Having an aimless wander along the beach in search of sea glass, fossils, or sea creature teeth is a big thrill for us. Cheap, and easy to do as long as you can find somewhere to park, and have the time to devote to wandering around whilst staring at the ground looking for minute pops of colour that’s faintly different from all the rocks, sand, and water borne debris. Helps if it’s cool and rainy, because then the beaches are deserted, and we don’t have to worry about bothering other people, or having our treasures found before we get to them ourselves!
Hard to believe it is Friday all ready. We are gearing up for the England versus Norway game tomorrow afternoon. Should be a fun watch!
Wonderful spot for a stroll.
My wife found us a river bed fossil tour to go to yesterday just off of the highway on the outskirts of town and it was a shake busting blast! Started off with a short guided tour through the museum then a short drive to the fire, and a quick walk down to the river. We took my niece along for the ride, she seemed to enjoy it. My knees weren’t so fond of the two straight hours of either kneeling or squatting, but they’ll get over it.
Rest assured that should the media ever reach out to me to provide an image of you, I will use the worst possible selfie that I can find, just to be funny.
I’m in that kind of mood, and you can’t stop me, so nah-nah-nah! Might just be the fatigue talking, but there’s a kernel of truth to the sentiment as well. I’m exhausted, and too tired to string more than one coherent thought together at the moment. I’m going to eat and then rest a little more before I drive anywhere today. Onwards and upwards.
I’ve been up since 2:45 am Tuesday morning…
And it is now 12:37 Wednesday and I have not yet fallen asleep. I feel like ass. Let me turn these lights out and drift off to sleep. Oh boy my back & right shoulders hurt. These kids are an over tired mess! Ha. Speak to me again in the morning.
Now I’m concerned the time change will affect my streak.
Just adding some fuel to the fire here to keep things going! Writing at three am this morning might not have connected due to where this site logs the time stamps from. Might be California or overseas I’m not sure where. Also I’m tired, hungry and feeling a little cranky.
Getting out for a bit.
Making my way downtown…good lord it’s early in the morning. Wish I’d been able to fall asleep earlier than eleven pm!
Finally finished Book 8 of the Dungeon Crawler Carl series; A Parade of Horribles. Now on to something different.
A much shorter novel by Martha Wells, the latest entry in her Murderbot Diaries series. I am excited to dig in to this! Have had it since early May, but I was slow rolling book eight because I do not have books nine or ten (not yet written) and I was sad to see the streak end. Matt Dinniman’s books were pretty much all I’ve read since March, and going right deep in one go has left me wanting more. Sadly I will have forgotten much about the characters, the plot, and the action by the time the next book launches. Makes me sad to think about. I thought it was an eight book series and ran through them all excitedly, until I heard him say it’s a ten book series. Oh well. Now I can dig through my TBR for gems like Platform Decay, or an Aliens omnibus, or any other books I have piled up on the dresser ready to go. Wish me luck!
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