August 17, 1994
The weather man was wrong.
Bright sun and a breeze rather than the predicted drizzle and wind.
Again surprised at the effort required to hike the loose sands of the
We learned to recognize the firm sand as being on the ridges, or
flat bottom land, or showing wind ripples (usually but not always).
In the mostly trackless dunes we talked about endless deserts until
interrupted by the tunnel-like trail through the half-mile or so of
brush protecting the beach.
We hiked south, gathering treasures along the beach to the mouth of
Ten-Mile Creek where a squadron of seagulls and one sea lion watched
us have lunch and a very brief siesta on the warm sand.
We completed the loop along part of the creek and learned to walk
with our shoes sideways over some high, loose, shoe-filling ridges.
Completing the trip were Valdas Anelauskas, Kara Bateman, Mary Bremner,
Sylvia Harvey, Joyce & Hal Owens and leader Royal Murdock.