Breakfast With the Birds

Another wonderful breakfast in the camper, this time parked right by Bodega Bay, watching the sun come up and the tide come in. And then there were the birds, great flocks of them scattering from black to white in the morning light. How do they agree on the precise moment to turn? Mr S said it looked like fireworks over the water, great sparkling explosions glittering over the channel. 
We watched a guy in high wading boots who, I think, was digging for clams. A couple of boats went out, a couple kayaks came in from across the Bay. A runner or two went by on the narrow road. It was lovely.

This was our last day out, and we had a pleasant ride home. The longer way took us along Tomales Bay, and through protected farmland for the first part of the journey, then a brief run on the freeway through San Francisco, where we stopped in Golden Gate Park for a picnic in a shady grassy area. The last hour or so ran straight down the coast to home, where we were astonished to find it was 92 degrees in the late afternoon. Too hot to think. Although the camper is comfortable, it will be nice to sleep in a real bed tonight.