• A Demorat-controlled White House, House, Senate and SCOTUS;
• Loss of of personal freedoms;
• Loss of communications freedoms;
• Massive tax hikes;
• A purposeful downturn in prosperity;
• A purposeful downturn in national security;

Kelp, like Monterey Bay, somehow manages to clog the entrance to Noyo Harbor as well.
The literal “deer in the headlight,” except this young doe was caught a few feet from the ocean in complete daylight. She bounded off a short time later!
USCG “Coasties” exit the mouth of Noyo Harbor in their 47′ motor lifeboat.
Closeup of one of three USCG MLs assigned to Noyo River Station.
Windswept pines, rocks, vertical cliffs and crashing waves all describe the Fornicalia coast. The weather during our vacation was stunning and clear!

Coasties whip their Noyo River 47′ motor lifeboat about in an exercise designed to highlight its maneuverability for students.
Deep into Noyo Harbor adjacent the USCG Station Noyo River. Very few fishing vessels plied the seas whilst we were present. Economy? Price of diesel? Lack of fish? Completely unknown.
All the fishing boats weren’t abandoned, however. I noticed an abundance of activity on any number of docked boats, to include this man using some apparent down time to sand a portion of his structure.
Dark green sea grass waves with the incoming and outgoing tides.
“A wonderful bird is the Pelican.

My honey brought two laptops, I discovered, on our trip to Ft. Bragg. One is an older HP with XP, and the one I’m using now is a new HP Pavilion tx 1000, which is a tablet-type with a remarkably small screen. This unit, however, also runs on Vista — therefore increasing my learning curve. But that’s alright because I’m also learning how to download photos from the Sony Alpha 300 to Vista via cabling instead of CF card.

I downloaded 12 photos from the A300 to the tablet, created a new photo file and hope to post them here (with fingers crossed) in all their alleged 10mp glory. I discovered this laptop will allow me to inject photos into posts unlike the older unit with XP.

In any event, it is now Monday night at 6pm, my wife is relaxing in the Jacuzzi tub with a glass of wine, the sun is lowering in the sky and, as always, we can hear the foghorn and the occasional clank of the bells in the harbor throat. We are listening to Enya’s Amarantine via my iPod Nano plugged into the motel’s speaker unit.

We have to leave tomorrow morning, Tuesday the 15th, and that’s always a sad time signaling, unfortunately, our leaving this nice town and the relaxation it always brings. We made the trip today to one of our two favorite coastal bookstores, the Gallery Bookshop at Main and Kasten in the town of Mendocino. I picked up Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card in paperback as I hadn’t read it in years and was looking to renew my touch with OSC.

The moon was full last night and I was staggered by the beautiful luminescence at 5am this morning as it shone perfectly over the waves at the mouth of Noyo Harbor. Unfortunately, my tripod was in the back of the RAV-4 at the time, precisely where it should not have been, had I been halfway intelligent which, predominantly, I amn’t. Yes, that’s a new word.

I hope to rectify that error tomorrow morning and, moreover, post the photographic take.

In the meantime, more photos (with commentary) for your perusal from this current trip.

BZ

The purpose of the AI blog is to “To disseminate knowledge of, highlight threats to, explore opportunities for, and serve as a platform of advocacy for the preservation and continuance of American hegemony.” Wonderful!

All this from an Australian blogger? But wait, there’s more. AI writes about himself:

As I’ve written before any number of times (most recently this past Monday): when you damage America, be it by those internally or externally, you damage and threaten the entire planet. Here is a blog whose entire premise is precisely that.

Further, AI writes in “About This Blog“:

I’m writing this post at 6pm Saturday, high in a hotel overlooking the mouth of Noyo Harbor in Ft. Bragg, Fornicalia. The sun is coming down and the water outside is reflective: jagged and retina-overpowering silver, white and black.

I managed to capture this wondrous aquatic ballet on digital camera just now but — things being what they are — cannot post the resulting photos, much to my most eternal and sincere chagrin.

To do my part in keeping the economy valid and robust, I recently purchased my first DSLR, a Sony Alpha 300 with two lenses and, using this camera, documented the aforementioned event. However, I failed to understand the need for a CF card reader for my wife’s laptop (my own HP laptop having been throttled completely by myself about a month ago!) so that I could download any photos on this trip. My bad. And frustrating.

Locals told us the weather had been foggy and cloudy just a few days prior; now the past two days have been filled with blue skies and the occasional scudding cloud. Each sunrise and sunset has been a complete blessing.

As the sun recedes lower, that glaring ball has been now cast as orange; the foghorn continues to sound every 30 seconds as it always has and always will.

It’s times like this that I appreciate. Yes, there’s been some consternation on my part for not being able to post an entry from home on Friday — my desktop PC confuser locked up once again and, further, wouldn’t recognize any of its 2.0 USB ports. There went my Friday post.

But that’s okay because my wife and I were on the road, driving to the Fornicalia coast, looking forward to spending time with only each other this weekend, overlooking the spume-filled green and blue waves, sitting in the room’s Jacuzzi tub, adjacent the fireplace. We keep the sliding door open so we can hear and smell the cascading and roiling Pacific Ocean, hear the foghorn, hear the seagull calls.

So at least for tonight, at least for now, that’s all there is and that’s all you get. No politics, no massive revelations, not even a timely photograph despite the new camera.

My wife is having a glass of Forest Ville 2005 White Merlot, and I’m having – ahem – perhaps more than one Sapporo. And maybe a Tsingtao if I can manage to fit it into the schedule.

Despite everything else crashing about national shoulders I have to tell you this: I am infinitely blessed. I have a wife who loves and supports me. I have a job. I have a beautiful cabin where I live. I still ingest air, I still walk erect. Life is good. Life is really really good.

BZ