The plant communities change subtly as you walk along, in some places wind-beaten large trees shelter animals beneath them.
There was a fire pit in the sand, reminiscent of the pits dug on the Santa Barbara waterfront on July 4th way back in olden times, giant craters 30' across and 10' deep, so everyone could comfortably lie back against the slope with beer in hand and watch the fireworks over the breakwater. Ah, nostalgia.
Then it seemed like a good time for beach portraits.
All in all a lovely short ride in a classic slice of California.
“It were a grief so brief to part with thee.