It was a stunning day in the park, cloudy in the morning and clearing by noon. Even the clouds were happy though... It was a great day to be a ranger.
The pelicans agreed. What a great life they have, floating on the thermals and hanging out on the beach, lazily reaching for a fish when they're hungry.
Barnacles had washed up on the west point, in sight of a pod of feeding dolphin.
Tellins and other clams dotted last night's high tide line.
Too bad most tourists don't walk this far in their quest for souvenirs.
Even the ghost crabs came out to play.
The only dark spot were the numerous tire tracks over the dunes west of the Ranger Station. I don't know who was driving in such sensitive areas, or if they're aware of how destructive that is for the beach. Without healthy dunes, there is no island, no defense for the mainland, and no place to play in the gulf.
I'd rather see the beautiful sea and sky on foot than destroy it with reckless behavior. This place is a gift for all of us. Maybe you'll come share it someday soon too.
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