Every morning we get deer who hop over the fence to munch on the clover.
I enjoyed walking here for a bit before volunteering at Natural Bridges. This evening someone in the grocery store said she saw me walking there and remembered me because she thought my outfit was cute! I passed on the good vibes on by complimenting another woman I saw in the store.
Volunteering was nice. I am slowly getting more comfortable talking to visitors about the monarchs as I memorize more information. Then I headed to oceanography class where I learned about features of the sea floor, then oceanography lab where I studied paleomagnetism, then geology lab where I studied plate tectonics and more paleomagnetism. There is much overlap between these classes.
This evening I finally figured out how to chop up a fresh pineapple and was in heaven with its perfectly ripe taste and aroma. I miss my grandfather, who I last saw in Hawaii a year ago before he passed on a few months later.
I felt really awful this morning so indulged in some treats from my favorite coffee shop and took them to West Cliff drive. I parked my car and walked to the light house, admiring the deep green hue of the ocean under the partly cloudy sky. That is an epic spot for surfing and I saw some beautiful waves form in a surprisingly uncrowded ocean. Sometimes there are dozens of surfers in the waves but this morning there were only a handful plus birds and a sea lion. Surfing is something I’ve always wanted to learn… but that just hasn’t come to fruition yet. Soon, I hope…
This quarter at UC Santa Cruz I’m taking an introductory course in oceanography because I’m very interested in studying how climate change will affect California’s coastline and I need this course as a prerequisite for higher level courses in ocean science. A course I took in climate change last quarter ignited a deep concern for how sea level rise will alter the beaches I know and love here in California. Then I learned about a grant recently awarded to UC Santa Cruz (and the UC system at large) for the purpose of studying how climate change will affect the local ecosystems of California. I approached my professor today to ask if he can point me in the direction of my interest and he suggested I take his course in coastal geology offered next quarter. It is an upper division course so it will be at an appropriate level for me and it will go toward my degree in environmental studies while also furthering my specific interests. Win! Usually the courses of the following quarter are a mystery until a month before they start so it’s great to know at least part of what I will be taking.
This is a spot I like to go to on West Cliff Drive. There is a walking/biking path that stretches about 2 miles along the rocky shore. There you can sit under the trees and watch the waves and wildlife like sea otters. Cypress trees are more common at the other end of the bay in Monterey and Carmel but a few are scattered along this drive.
Phoebe spotted a mossy branch the other day and pointed it out.
“Yeah,” I said, “You can take that home and examine it with your magnifying glass.”
“What does ‘examine’ mean?” she asked.
“To look closely and make observations. You know what observations are,” I replied. “You’re learning a lot of scientific terms.”
“That’s because I am a scientist,” she asserted. “I’m a ballerina scientist. Do you know what ballerina scientists do?”
“No, what do they do?”
“They dance all around through the forest and when they spot something interesting, they stop and take it home and observe it. They do that again and again and again. That’s what they do.”
The fog. The wet trees dripping water down the backs of our shirts as we walk.
The library. Print this. ..then this… read by next week.
The preschool. The bustling, loud, sweet children. The director. My schedule. Encouragement.
The grocery store.
The Christmas lights at the houses of the rich.