Now the serious part of the day - we need money. No Wells Fargo ATM’s on our route for the last 2 weeks. So - let’s go shopping. We get our groceries, go through the line, I stick my VISA card in and - no cash back. Oh, shucks. How come? Oh, yeah, the clerk says, you need a debit card. Oh, yeah, sure. Don’t do this much. I run back into the store for something, anything - a cauliflower, I put in my debit card and get $100. Whoo - eee. Saved.
Sailboats out in the harbor.
And here are the sea lions. Because the sea lions were flopping up on every working dock in the bay, the people of Newport put out several docks just for them to use as their stage for entertaining the tourists. All they need - 4 floats and they can go 24-7-365 with the shoving, the barking, the teeth-barring and the endless game of musical chairs. There are never enough spots on the rafts, no matter how high they pile themselves, for all of the sea lions who want to ‘rest’ on them to get there. One will launch himself up on the raft and one will fall off the other side. Note the one snarling, baring his teeth and barking at the one who wants up on the dock.
Or one will launch himself up only to find a set of teeth facing him and he backs down back into the water. One will launch himself up over another one and push the other one off into the water. Then there’s the slow moving skooch: one will launch himself up on the raft, skooch in, skooch in and finally the end one on the other side runs out of real estate and skooches into the water. Endlessly. But, funny, they know that these are their docks. They don’t try for the other docks in town where the tourist fishing boats land because they have been chased off of them too many times. They know their place.
But their antics are endlessly entertaining. You keep watching them as them circle trying to get up on the rafts, as they bark and bark at others and as they work to shove newcomers off the rafts. And, they all have a face that only parents could love.
Also along the waterfront are the tourist boats coming in with their fishing haul for the day. They back in, unload the fish where the filleters (is this a word?) go to it and the tourists watch.
Hmmm, let’s see: how much did that fish cost them?
At sunset, we get some wonderful views. We really like this campground - location, location, location.
No comments:
Post a Comment