Out at the Pacific Ocean today at Bodega Bay. Hard to believe it is the same ocean as the one I would see if I just turned to the right and walked about 890 miles to Point Roberts. The color of the water is both deeper blue and lighter green; the sand is dark and rocky rather than fine and beige or pebbly, and the rocks very big: veritable rock pillars and islands instead of small polished stones. The waves roll in and in and in, relentlessly, as if they came in and never went back out, with the continuous and loud sound of breaking water--so much more aggressive than our waves on a nice summer day. The sky is bright blue, the sun hot, and the breeze very brisk and cold, so that you are somehow both hot and cold at the same time. The waters and the air of the Georgia Strait seem so much gentler, tamer, or just more restrained by comparison with this.
Perhaps more appropriate that the chilled English first made their way to the northern waters, while the heated Spanish came here to the south, to Bodega.
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Santa Fe is another community "thinking about" banning plastic bags. But citizens have already initiated action, many carrying their own cloth or otherwise permanent shopping bags to stores. Viewing such conscientious objectors on errands seems to be contagious, every jaunt for groceries displaying more and more neighbors toting varied, often well-designed or colorful, personal carryalls. We've done it while on extended visits to cities and towns in Europe, why not here.
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