You Can Smell It Coming From A Mile Away

     If you've ever been to the ocean, you know what I'm talking about. That strange, distinctive smell of salt, water, fish and seaweed. Okay, maybe in reality, it's hard to smell the ocean until you're right on top of it. But still, you know the smell.
     The Pacific Ocean certainly makes an entrance, much more so then the Atlantic. The coast is made up of small sandy coves, and huge steep cliffs. The tops of the cliffs are covered in wildflowers, in shades of red, yellow, purple and blue. The rock itself is dark gray, wet, and coated in  bright green algae. As for shells, well, there isn't much. Unless you count the abalone. And yes, you should count the abalone. It's hard to describe, with a silvery white ground color and an iridescent coating on it. Most of it is just fragments, but we found two whole shells, one the size of my palm,  the other, the size of my face. No exaggeration included.
     The water itself is much bluer, and seems much more powerful. It's also a lot clearer, but that could be the time of year, the weather, our current location, or my highly active imagination. It's certainly worth the trip.

 Our first real view of the ocean, and it wasn't even windy.

 Some of the spray on the rocks, and just a nice view.

 The little beach we were on for a while.

 A spot along the highway, but I'm not entirely sure.

 Searching for shells, or sea glass.

 Another cool picture of the ocean.

 A pretty little headland with Elliot out on the end, and me about halfway.

 A really cool little arch we saw, there are a lot of these out here.