May 9, 2024
A routine has taken hold of us at Playa Dorada and it goes like this. A walk on the deserted beach in the morning.
Low Tide Running Room
At low tide, it's probably 100 yards to the water and this gives a certain dog a little running room. Bringing along a green tennis ball probably doesn't hurt anything.
In the early afternoon, when the tide comes up, we drive in to Rocky Point for some street tacos.
Of course I always look in the store windows hoping to find a shop full of sombreros like these.
But, alas, in forty years of searching I haven't found that place yet, but hope springs eternal.
High Tide
Then it's back out to the VRBO where we celebrate the tide going out with this little ritual.
All this vegging does me a world of good. This afternoon, I thought of two new story ideas between naps.
"If you want a new idea, read an old book."
—Ivan Pavlov
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