a trip to the pumpkin farm and another beautiful thing

Something beautiful we did with our four hands . . .

and a trip to the pumpkin farm . . . 

vintage signs

Driving on the 101, you can see a bunch of old signs since well before the age of Wal-Mart . . . like this one for Cleawox Market . . . 

these for King Neptune Drive-In and Pelican Plaza Market . . . 

or this one, for the Salty Seagull Motel.

 

a stormy october camping trip

The storm Friday night as we were driving down the coast highway was severe enough that we couldn't see very far in front of the car. Luckily, we made it to an unknown campground at night, in the rain, safe to our yurt. Fates conspired against us (four roads marked with the same name, a combination lock on our yurt that refused to reveal the magic of "opening", and camp hosts who all fell asleep before 9 p.m.). But we made it, and the storm threw a fit about it. Next morning, at the beach, clumps of 20-foot-long seaweed and other flotsam were scattered down the beach. We decided to make art.

In this next one, you can see the seaweed scattered down the beach behind me for miles . . .

I decided to try to weave it into a square-bottomed basket.

But I ended up with more of a dream-catcher-looking thing instead.

Shawn's whip, on the other hand, was very whippy! And made from a single piece of seaweed that was over 30 feet long.