"The ocean is a desert with its life underground and a perfect disguise above..." Dewey Bunnell
On a horse with no name I rode bare-backed in the purple sage... ***** Pipe cacti played the melodies of Mexico.
Swaying sea grasses were skirts for the range fences... broken and rusty. To be avoided, my parents warned... Tetanus... lock-jaw. Other things to be aware of... don't swim too far from the beach... don't stay too long in the sun...
I was happy at the tide pools... aqua and pristine. Sea slugs... far from slug-like. Flat and purplish with frilly edges, undulating dancers. Picked up and dropped over and over. Baby octopi... an entire tidepool drenched in purple ink in its desperate bid for freedom... Sea Urchins... "Their spines can ****..." my parents warned. It was fascinating how they attached themselves to the rocks... Almost as firmly as the limpets...
We had Hermit Crab races Ate food disallowed at home... swam out to where water was ultramarine... jumped over the barbed-wire...
with our arms
hugging
the
sun...*
SøułSurvivør (C) 5/21/2017
My family took a trip down to Mexico. We stayed at a ranch, camping on the beach. It was totally private, the beach untouched. Our first experience with total freedom... my fondest memory of childhood.
I tried to sleep just now... no go. Guess I'll stay up and be a nightowl for a while! Lol!