One of our dog walking spots gave us quite a surprise as we ventured out with Max around 7AM today. It’s just a small strip of a beach which the locals call Dog Beach at the Agua Hedionda off Bayshore. A place where two-legged and four-legged critters romp, play catch and make new friends. This day, no beach – no way. A 6.5 high tide washed over the sand and filled in the heron habitat.
It was 93 degrees here at the coast yesterday and the SantaAnna winds were blowing. Dust and sand were swirling around the base camp for the kayakers who came to clean up trash from the shoreline of the Batiquitos Lagoon. This event happens once a year– and is the only time kayaks are allowed on this lagoon. We were on the opposite side of the base camp, walking Max. At one point, the wind ripped up the black easy-up and tossed it down the beach. I didn’t have my teleconverter, so I couldn’t get as close to the camp as I would have liked. There were no kayaks in the water and very few walkers on the trail.
A couple with a little boy and a pit bull approached us. I had my camera and was a few feet away from hubby and Max. As soon as this pitbull saw Max, he lunged and started a ruckus. I was concerned that the man would not be able to hold onto the dog, and pleaded with the woman, who had an arm full of tattoos and was quite hefty. She said that’s what we are trying to do. The man struggled and told me he was just trying to socialize the dog! My guess, they just got this dog from a shelter with no idea of what to expect/ He should have had a muzzle on this pit bull, not a dog I would want around children. Fortunately, hubby got Max out of the way.
Even in this heat, a couple of runners steamed by us.
Fishing was on the mind of a few as we walked the side of the Agua Hedionda Lagoon closest to the ocean.
Early this morning the Floating Yogi’s were bringing in the boards for a class on the Agua Hedionda Lagoon.
Something light, wind in the pampas grass, along the fence and cool walking.
One lone survivor – while all the leaves are turning brown, a potted Nasturium hangs around to tease us.
When we got to the lagoon on Monday, the floating yogis were off their boards and had left the beach. I hadn’t been taking my camera lately, but this day I did. The lagoon looked empty and I was lamenting the fact that I had lost most all my paddle board pics when Mac died.
As we walked along a short trail on a cliff above the water, something below caught my eye. A toddler in a bright orange vest was dipping his toes in the lagoon. A family of three
were introducing their son to the joys of being in and on the lagoon.
I took a few shots, hoping they woulndn’t see me or mind if I did. Didn’t bother to enhance, just a short video of their delight on the day after Father’s Day.
At the end of the Agua Hedionda Lagoon lies a strip of beach that locals refer to as dog beach. Lately, the paddleboarderes have claimed this as their launching spot. So, dogs and paddlers, boards, canoes and kayaks share this bit of sand and surf. Today was the first time I have ever seen the beach disappear, about a 6 foot tide at hight tide and there was no place to set down a beach chair or safely leave your flip-flops or sandals.
Temperatures, at the coast hit high 80s and several miles inland 90+. Little wonder people were still enjoying what may be a permanent sport at our lagoon.
One guy saw me approaching and decided to pose for me – he complained he was too old and too fat, but asked me if I could give him a six-pack – said in photoshop, anything was possible. He had a great sense of humor and eventually shoved off in his kayak.
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