Something prettier than my bruised rear

If you were looking for photos of my backside, you missed it.

I couldn't stand seeing that bruise one more time, so as an alternative to my butt, here is a lovely spring flower - the Matilija (mat-ill-UH-ha) Poppy, also known as the Fried Egg Flower.



Check out Linkateria. There is a government story up that is so wrong that I can't stop shaking my head.

Blogging is a sickness

I fell the other day. I was filing and had papers spread out all over the floor. I was wearing socks and slipped on a paper and came down hard on one of those metal desktop baskets.

Yeah, ouch.

The bruise on my butt is the most impressive one I have ever gotten. Black and purple and bigger than my whole hand.

What does it say about me that I have been fighting the impulse for 3 days to post a photo of my butt on the internet?

Across the sea

Sometimes a girl just needs to get away. If you have been reading my blog over the past few weeks, I am sure you agree that it was time.

My favorite type of getaway isn't to a spa for a seaweed wrap or to Vegas for fun (though I wouldn't turn either down). I like to lace up my hiking boots and find somewhere beautiful, rugged and remote, preferably beyond the bounds of cell phone service.

Fortunately, I live with one of those places close by. At 7:30 a.m. on Memorial Day, I boarded this boat bound for Channel Islands National Park:


When my sister PK first saw Lake Michigan, she said it looked bigger than the Pacific Ocean. Lake Michigan, as seen from Chicago, stretches out to an endless horizon. Our part of the Pacific is framed by islands off our coast, so the sea looks small and cozy by comparison.


The boat I took is a big 64 foot catamaran that travels 25 mph in a wonderful rocking-horse motion over the waves. As soon as we left the harbor and got up to speed, I knew where I wanted to be: out on the bow with the rest of the kids.

Yes, I and about 5 kids stayed out there with our faces in the wind. The rest of the adults would come out for a few minutes and then go back into the cabin, but for me, I was on a BOAT and I wanted the full experience. I didn't want to be shut up inside.


It was cold out there. It felt like the wind was blowing because of how fast the boat went. It was a foggy, misty, chilly day. And it was early.

I didn't care, because I was laughing the whole time as we surfed through the waves and chased birds out of our way. A feeling of joy bubbled up inside me as we zoomed up and down through the green rolling ocean.

I had my big purple Patagonia jacket, a red watch cap, (never say I'm not colorful!) gloves, jeans, yoga pants under the jeans, wool sox and big boots on. I was ready. Still really cold, but so happy to be hanging out on the bow like the king of the world.

We stopped by Santa Cruz Island first, about 1 1/2 hours off the coast, to drop off about 3/4 of the people on the boat. Some people go for a day hike while others camp for a few days.

The islands are volcanic and rocky and in many places rise straight up out of the water, no beaches. They look like dark, mysterious fortresses.

A few million years ago (sorry, creationists!) the ocean floor split open, lava flowed up and out, and this chain of islands was formed.


They are popular with kayakers because of all of the little sea caves to explore. They are also home to some of the best cold-water (about 50 degrees, usually) SCUBA diving in the world because of biodiversity in the giant kelp beds.

About a dozen of us stayed on the boat until we got to Santa Rosa Island, another hour out. I went hiking and found this great white sand beach. It stretched for a mile in either direction and there were four people there the whole time. Perfect solitude, which is what I was craving. I sat by a creek, had some snacks, took about 200 photos, watched birds, enjoyed the perfect quiet.


The islands are almost always cool and breezy. Ok, cold and windy. Check out what the wind has done to these eucalyptus trees. Remember, these are trees that normally stand about 50 feet high.


On the way back, we went by Santa Cruz Island again, this time on the other side, to pick up campers. We saw this beautiful sea cave:


We went inside. It is called Painted Cave because it the rocks are splashed with all kinds of colors - pink, purple, red - from the minerals and metals in the volcanic rock. Photos don't do it justice.

When I say "We went inside," I mean the boat went inside. The captain did some pretty delicate manuvering and got us way back in there.


We were headed back to Ventura Harbor, but on the way we got waylaid by these:


Humpback whales, two of them, rising and breathing and diving in unison. I know the photo isn't great, but it is the best out of the, oh, say, 400 I took. Do you know how hard it is to get whale photos with a digital camera that has that little delay between the time you push the button and the time the shutter fires? HARD!

In any case, you have to be there. And if you haven't seen whales in person, there is no way to convey how heart-stoppingly amazing it is to see them. The only word that comes to mind is "awe." Trust me. If you get a chance to do it, go.

This is the look I had on my face all day long: