Getting to the Coast

We got over to the coast at Navarro but the river doesn't make it out to the sea. It blunt noses into the bank of sand and grows wider but no more insistent as the summer ends.
As evening came on we had to settle out in the paid campground or go wandering and we decided to hunker down in the fog and just enjoy staying put after such a long journey.
It is just such a treat to sink into the warm sand and have a bit of a nap-- I just couldn't let a summer pass without getting out to the sea and Sasha, looking becalmed here, liked it too.
On Saturday we did the creek clean-up in Chico. Michael spent most of his time hauling tires from three separate locations where they'd been dumped in ditches feeding Comanche Creek. I spent my time in a long hot ditch pulling obnoxious strands of gray plastic from the mud/clay soils. Then on the way to the ocean we cleaned a section on Cache Creek where we stopped for a night and then did the post ocean clean-up of odds and ends at the beach. We saw the film, "Bag It" on Friday night which spurred us onward in our efforts.
And all this was to coordinate with picking up the unsold consignment copies of the Veggie Voyagers book (see the center orange spined books?) from Real Goods in Hopland. I was sad about that reality but with the love of the land firmly with me in each new adventure the fate of the book isn't quite so hard. We combined it with wine tasting and organic garden walking at Campovida nearby which lifted it another notch into idyllic but still some realities seem clear. Clear Lake isn't clear, it's green with algae. The sky in the valley was filled with smoke and not clear either. Perhaps we shouldn't have gone but I avoid regret--this was our time to do it and I'm grateful we were able to do it on Bio-diesel.