Today P and I went to Malibu to buy strawberries at PC Greens, (they are sooo good), and from there continued up Pacific coast highway to Leo Carillo State beach. It is one of the most beautiful beaches in the area. First a nice cove, than rocky areas with sea stacks and exciting caves, and then another lovely beach.
It was high tide so it was impossible to walk around the headland since most of the little beaches and the tunnel were under water. However, from the top of the cliffs the views were lovely. We watched the cormorants on their rock and also saw some pretty awesome waves, with a beautiful sea-green color. The cormorants were alternately fishing and then drying their wings.
The beach with the tunnel was entirely under water and looked very dangerous. I’m hoping to come back next time during low tide, to be able to walk through the tunnel, and also to explore the tide pools.
This is tunnel beach. The tunnel is on the left where all the water is going.
For lunch we decided to try to find a spot on the mountain side of the park, at the campground or maybe a picnic area. We went underneath the highway through the (dry) creek and followed it for a bit upstream. After a while I saw a little trail climb out of the creek. I followed it and found the most beautiful picnic spot. It actually was a campsite but luckily it was empty.
P went back to the car for our picnic suitcase. It’s a thrifted vintage suitcase that we’ve been using since P’s birthday breakfast at the beach this summer. One of my vintage sheets is used as either a table-cloth or ground cloth. A thermos of tea is usually included with my vintage Corning centura cups, which are very strong and have so far survived lots of rough handling. The plates are red-checkered melamine, also a lucky thrift store find.
The only things not vintage are (obviously) the plastic containers with the handy snap lids. They are very practical though, air tight and easy to open and close, so there is something to be said for those as well.
The picnic tables are under giant sycamore trees. They do give us fall color here in Southern California, but at very odd times, hardly ever in the actual fall. We had a visit from a very forward scrub jay as well, who was very interested in P’s potato chips. He came so close I was able to photograph him quite nicely.
A lovely day.