Sunbathers aligned for the proper angle, rotate on the half hour for perfect grilling. The watchful lifeguard tower anchors Main Beach and announces the surf with red or yellow or green. Brown Pelicans dive in pairs for fish dinners, invariably served wrong way 'round. High-strung seagulls laugh and cry at the angst of it all.
Bird Rock juts out into the sea like the bow of a ship too old to fight but too proud to sink.
Here wave succeeds translucent wave while camelled cliffs and patient palms watch and wait in silent expectation. Each wave tests its strength upon the rocks spraying high like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Along the sanded crescent beach, shy waves linger out at sea while the braver and more daring make a mad dash for shore swelling, cresting, falling, foaming laughing back into the sea, lining up to try again. On shore the sable sand is smoothed by each succeeding wave and sandpipers tiptoe in the tide as if afraid to get wet feet. Abandoned castles engineered earlier by their young owners for permanence bravely resist three more waves.