The Tempests of Summer - Bahía de Los Angeles 1985, Part 28: Photos ( Posted September 2, 2004 )
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supplement to his serial presentation of "The Tempests of
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La Gringa
Las Cuevitas is a mile or so up the beach to the left. We'd go
to La Gringa frequently because it had a nicer beach, pebbles or
sand as you preferred. We liked the pebbles because sting rays
don't collect there.
Hut and Steps
From a number of miles up an old road to a long abandoned mine
we gathered huge flagstone boulders to use as steps to the shore.
Hut Kitchen
We kept the dry goods in an old otherwise empty ice chest to
keep the kangaroo rats away. Whenever the winds blew, the pots
and pans, suspended from the ceiling, rang like oversized wind
chimes.
Mikie and Kevin doing School Work.
Before our trip we had bundled a full box of books for each of
us with desired reading, art supplies and school books.
Hut and Family
We'd often collect in the early morning and watch the sun climb
over the flat sea and craggy islands. We had a small weather
station that frequently showed 90 degrees (F) and 90 % relative
humidity before 8 in the morning.
Kevin with Fish
The boys were constantly throwing a line from my conventional
reel to see who could cast the farthest. In the '70's, I could
catch 3 to 5 lbs. Cabrilla from the shore; in the '80's they
weighed less than half that. This is a Trigger Fish Kevin caught.
Burlap
Burlap the burro added pleasure to the trip for the four of us.
He was stubborn and loving, especially of dog Lassie.
Billy and Burlap
By the end of summer, Burlap, Billy and the chickens we had kept
for their eggs were all integrated with each other and aware
when one or another of them was not immediately in camp.
Gertrude and Chick
Gertrude sat on her nest long after the chick pecked its way out
of the shell. Whenever a hen was setting we didn't disturb her,
but we still had only one hatchling the entire summer.