Beach detritus.
Bluesky day at the beach. One right after another lately. I hope we don’t use up our annual allotment. I have twenty cyclists coming to Alaska this summer who’ll be looking to me, qua tour leader, to provide “appropriate” weather. Reason being I have on my left ankle a tattoo of Kokopelli, the humpbacked flute player and deity of fertility who legend has it chases away winter and brings about spring. So they’ll be expecting me to perform.
No Kokopelli magic yet, though. It was twenty degrees today on our beach walk with an attention getting 20 mph north wind. Still, we love it here.
And we’re not alone:
