Beavertail Supreme!
This blog is primarily a travelogue. I am retired from the National Weather Service and on the road as much as possible! Though I have done a lot of traveling, there are still many places I haven't been. I'm still missing five US states and, though I've been to Europe four times, that's not nearly enough. And then there are the islands of the South Pacific. And though I've been to Australia eight times, with four visits to New Zealand, it's always great to go back there.
This is a closeup of an ocotillo stalk...very cool! Although it's common for the plant to bloom at this time of year, its leaves and flowers are actually totally dependent on rain. If a winter is dry, the ocotillo will not bloom in spring. During dry periods, it looks dead...it's just a mass of spiny wood. After a good rain, at any time of year, these leaves will grow and flowers will bloom at the end of the stalks.
The chollas flower later than the hedgehogs...their best time is probably late April into June. But I did find one bloom on a buckhorn cholla that was getting an early start.
Here, a few minutes later, the river is raging, shredding the beach, roaring furiously in a torrent of whitewater as it meets the sea. When I arrived at this spot, the river was a few yards wide and a foot or two deep. You could stroll across it. In about an hour and a half, it had become a good twenty yards wide, probably at least six feet deep in the center of the channel, and the sand banks at its edge had increased in height from a few inches to about six feet. Anyone trying to cross would have been swept into the ocean, where 15 foot breakers posed an additional hazard. It was a dramatic scene!
Close to an hour after this picture was taken, and about two hours after I arrived on the scene, a good part of the lagoon's water had drained into the ocean and the level of the lagoon had dropped four or five feet. As equilibrium between it and the sea was achieved, the flow of the river slowed and the sand erosion and standing waves decreased.
Like Portland and Edmonton, Sacramento is a fine river city. It actually has two running through town, the Sacramento and American, with parkways and promenades along both. Here we're on the American River, with the snowy Sierra Nevada sharp in the background. Blow the pic up for a better view. The path on the American runs for dozens of miles; you can hike, bike, rollerblade or jog; or you can take a canoe or kayak down the river. It might appear in this picture that I'm out in the country, but I'm actually right in the middle of the Sac metro area.
Massive surf was indeed crashing onto the shore, and washing over rocks about 30 feet high near Garrapata State Park. Quite a spectacle.