"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

More Redecorating

It keeps getting better.  I tried updating this last night but my internet service was running at the speed of evolution, so I waited until today.

Yesterday I was doing some drive-by litter picking, driving until I saw some litter, stopping, and picking it up, which basically means I was stopping every 50 to 100 feet for about ten miles.  What began as a beautiful sunny day soon changed as a north wind brought clouds full of moisture.

Every once in a while, the sun found a spot to sneak through the clouds and the lighting became pretty dramatic.   I love it when the sun spotlights the colorful trees.

Here at Mile 52 is when the rain drops got pretty thick and I thought I saw a few wet snow flakes.

Yes, new snow on the mountain tops.

Seems like every time I drive by these recreational cabins at Lower Summit Lake the sun manages to come out.

The rest of Lower Summit Lake.

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This guy was rowing his inflatable raft and trolling for fish.

Wish the sun had been out for this photo of these leaves along Summit Lake.

And a family of swans at Tern Lake.

 Just as I was leaving the swans, the sun  highlighted these trees.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Happy Birthday

You would have been 85 today.

Jeanne's parents celebrate the newly-married couple.

O'Brien Creek, Copper River


El Nina, Mazatlan

Amchitka Island, Aleutian Chain

Happy Valley, Trans Alaska Pipeline

Crescent Lake

Kachemak Bay

Resurrection Trail


Copper River


Cabo San Lucas


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

The Africa Journals, Ch. 63, Seal Island

The Africa Journals

Chapter 63

Part 5 of the Cape Peninsula

My mother-in-law said, 'One day I will dance on your grave.' 
I said 'I hope you do; I will be buried at sea.'

There will be a bit of rough water at the end of the bay,” said Brian.   “Then the boat will slip behind the protection of Seal Island and it will be calm.”

If he was trying to worry us, it didn’t work.   I’ve been in some rough waters the last few years.  There was the huge catamaran sailing from Cairns, Australia, out to the Great Barrier Reef and half those on board were seasick.   There was the Stormbird plunging up and down in a furious blizzard and high seas as it crossed from Halibut Cove to Homer, Alaska.

And the worst was the monstrous storm the 300-foot Fram fought through on the way from the Falklands to South Georgia Island in the Southern Ocean as we were taking the scenic route to Antarctica.   Good thing it was dark outside and I couldn’t see as the horrendous winds churned the cold sea into 55-foot waves.   Yep.   I’ve been in some rough seas lately, so a little jaunt out of  Hout Bay on the Cape Peninsula was nothing.   After all, if the tide got low enough, you probably could jump from rock to rock to the “big” rock they call Seal Island.  Or maybe not.

This was the second day we were on the Cape Peninsula south of Cape Town and Seal Island to see the Southern fur seals was on the agenda.   The motor coach took us to Hout Bay on the western side of the peninsula.   Once there, we made our way through a multitude of tourists and boarded our boat in such a hurry I neglected to take a photo of it.   I will guess at 40 feet long with somewhere between 30 and 50 passengers.  That’s a wild guess.

Hout Bay is on the left side about half way down the photo.

Brian was right.    We cruised out of the harbor and into calm water.   We passed kayakers heading in the opposite direction.   As we neared the head of the bay, white breakers stretched across in a long line.   Our boat hesitated as another boat exited the “calm” pool in the lee of the seal rocks, then we rolled a bit as we entered the pool.

Hout Bay from across the bay at Chapman's Point.   We were heading for the rocks at the far left, under the large promontory.

I didn't take a photo of our boat, but I was awed by this beautiful yacht.

The castle on the hill is, Brian said, a B&B.

Southern fur seals and sea gulls were all over the place.    And mist.   The air was saturated with mist from the crashing waves.

Note the ear flaps on the seals.   The fur seals are the only seals with ear flaps.

Misty air.

The boat maneuvered in the small pool for a while, then headed out as another boat waited its turn.    That’s when things got dicey.

I took a couple photos, then put the camera in a pocket and opted for hanging on to the rail.   As the boat rolled into an extreme starboard list in the hollow of a wave and I was wondering if she would right herself, I was extremely glad that we weren’t on the other side of the peninsula in False Bay where people go to see great white sharks breaching with seals in their jaws.

None too soon for me, the boat righted and in a couple minutes we were back in the calm of Hout Bay.

Well, that was enough excitement for today. 

Now we’re off to Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens to look at flowers.   Little did I suspect that once again I would find my adrenalin pumping.

This photo from Flowcomm shows the size of the charter boats.

Photo from South African Tourism.   We entered the calm area from the left and puttered around in the water where the seals are.

This photo from Action Adventures Extreme shows Hout Bay and the seal rocks outside the bay.   Not a very sharp photo, but it gives you and idea of the area.