for murhy's and my second beach day in my caribbean-less week
we headed out for the west bay on the other side of the tunnel.
landed at emeryville marina first.
there are no photos because it was a world of gray.
great winds blowing shoreward and whirling everywhere...
pounding white caps or 'combers' my dad used to call them.
salt tide, salt air, salt tears.
glistening green seaweed broke up the gray.
the rain pelted sideways.
the great swells and the whipping wind
made my heart double-beat.
murphy was in his glory.
grinning muzzle. soaked to the bone. skipping and twirling!
we stopped at kelly's 'fake' beach along the frontage road, the berkeley marina,
and the bulb.
then pet express for a warm doggy bath and treats.
and a hot bath for me, at home.
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