A quiet, clear morning on Tomales Bay.

Patrick Campbell was already out for his morning paddle - i dare anyone to keep up.

last one off the dock is a rotten egg...

Liz says she saw Elk up on the ridge, but I wonder if that's just the '70's talking.

Continuing on to the Marshall beach for lunch.

one last boat on the beach

Back to Nick's Cove

When I got home, I got a gift package in the mail. Gifts from the guys from "Out of Sight, Out of Mind". Pick up trash on the water, and send them a photo. Very cool!

The gussied-up Nick's Cove pier.

Paddlers gather up, anticipating a thorough safety talk, delivered by Nathan.

mark doesn't want to be a rotten egg, so he scoots along.

We find a teeny cave.

a celebratory BASK-style lunch erupts from kayaks.

Piglet island, with cormorants decorating a tree, christmas-style.

oh, that beautiful sky!

some fishermen arrived, with their very unhappy catch of the day

Fisherman arrive with the morning's haul of oysters.

Introductions all around

Ellen spies a perigrene falcon at hog island

Just one boat big, that cave.

many, many boats on the beach.

boats all loaded up

As kayakers arrive and share the loading zone.

as well as jokes and silly thoughts.

We continue on to White Gulch beach.

The skies were brilliant, and the water, so so calm. What a day!

full bellies, we head back the way we came.

with the lowering tide, a harbor seal rests his fat belly on the sand bar

We bid adeiu to the wood burning stove inside the boat shack.