Looking down from the Santa Monica Pier, surf fishing in action! Yesterday’s seal was on the other side of the pier, so I expect this guy got to keep his fish.
Tag: Pacific Ocean
On a sunny day, the water looks sooooo inviting, especially at low tide with a flat, sandy beach. Of course, the water is icy cold, so back onto the shore!
Having grown up in a land-locked part of the country, the ocean always fascinates me. I took this, sitting on a cliff overlooking the great, blue Pacific, on the edge of a continent, on the border of an ocean, thousands of miles east of another continent completely unknown to me.
There is something quite fascinating about sailing past cliffs rising straight up from the sea and watching the birds circling, diving, nesting, and perching on the stones. In the middle of a whale-watching crowd, the sense of loneliness and isolation is found here.
This is the furthest tip of Anacapa Island, one rock beyond Arch Rock. It marks a boundary between the Santa Barbara Channel and the great blue Pacific! To me, it is amazing to think that the next continent is Asia, thousands and thousands of miles away across the sea. I don’t think I would want to have to sail there from here, much less swim.
The Channel Islands of California are in my back yard, but miles away and difficult to reach. They act as a barrier between the coast and the wide open seas of the Pacific Ocean. As well, it is part of the migration route of many sea mammals, such as whales, as they travel from Alaska to the Sea of Cortez.
There is a rich history here, too, of Native Americans (the Chumash in our area) and the Spanish explorers. I’ve sailed here, been out on whale watching expeditions, and visited Anacapa. Now, this area is protected as the Channel Islands National Marine Sanctuary and the Channel Islands National Park. I think I need to visit these islands more frequently!
This is a picture taken from the eastern side of Anacapa, looking northwest. The first few humps are Anacapa Island, and the rest are Santa Cruz.
No, it’s not me.
Nothing like crashing waves – and this was a small one – following a big storm.