I was walking the pier and beach in IB as the fog cleared, and saw several people digging for something. They had laid out tape measures, and it appeared they probably weren’t searching for dinner. In fact, they were a professor and several students from Concordia University in Irvine, searching for the sometimes elusive Pismo Clam. They had found several, and one of the students took the time to show me one and explain what they were doing.
They had been in Newport Beach the day before, and only found two. They had already surpassed that feeble haul in a couple hours here.
The study of the clam populations in various places intended to explore responses to several variables, including climate change and the starfish wasting virus, which has led to an explosion in the mussel population in Mexico and probably elsewhere. It must be an exciting, albeit terrifying, time to be a scientist researching populations of species that are so rapidly affected by the slightest of changes in their ecosystem, when those changes are anything but subtle.
Meanwhile, it appears that at least on some beaches, the rest of us could rely on the Pismo Clam for dinner. I would take it if it were prepared in the way this article describes! Especially since who knows if 10 years from now that recipe will be an option for any of us.
A sunrise trail run today took us over 1,100 feet up. That was handy, because most of the way was literally in a cloud. Refreshing moisture bejeweled hair, plants and spiderwebs.
We broke out shortly before the summit, and were suddenly in a different world.
The sunlight cresting the mountaintop shined through water droplets in the top layer, finally settling on the denser cloud below to reveal a circular rainbow over the mountain’s shadow.
I thought my hiking days were over for the summer season, but thanks to foggy mornings, friends willing to join me on early runs, and an impulsive registration in a trail 1/2 in August, runs in the mountains will continue for a while yet. 😬
I always thought pigeons looked a little greasy. I now see that even in flight they do. But they also, like all things that fly, are pretty spectacular.
The way the months tend to run together around here is kind of the pits. When I get fuzzy on what time of year it is, this tree sweetly reminds me it’s almost July.
Just a few more and we’ll have been married longer than not. And our lower extremities will only look worse.
Delaney and I encountered this alert rooster and his hen harem during a morning stroll today. He was a tad possessive, if you ask me.
And, is that a badger in the crosshairs?
Booklet on reloading shotgun casings, found in organizing client’s garage.