Friday, 2 November 2018

"Wish you all could be here at Muriwai," sung to the tune of 'California Girls.'

Well, it's about 2 p.m. and the carparks are filling up. The Sand Dunz Beach Cafe, where we'll get milkshakes later before driving home, is busy as. The line at the order window was long when we drove past. We had driven down from the gannet watching carpark and were making our way through a couple of beach carparks, hoping to get one of the primo parking spots just over the dune from the beach. And we did. One of the last ones. Woohoo!  

And yet, as busy as it was, the beach doesn't appear very crowded, does it? That's the nice thing about having a huge beach...everybody has room to stretch.  

So, here's my last post about our excursion to Muriwai. Hope you enjoy it.


 Here we are, joining the throng.


 Lots of room for everyone.


Allie and Amiri have jandals on and are noting the suction between the beach and their shoes. Each must be unstuck with every step.  


 Arram meanwhile, finally got to limber up his legs and do some kicking.


 There goes another good kick, a goal if I ever saw one. The only trouble was that the beach grass you see on the slope of the dune was very stiff and most times would not let his ball roll back down to him. He finally got tired of climbing up to retrieve each kick and joined Allie and Amiri in the surf...with this ball of course. 



I noticed these marks in the sand all over the place and I don't know what caused them. They are in the very wet sand that is no longer getting washed over by the waves as low tide pulls the waves farther and farther down the beach. Does anyone know what makes such prints?
 I think these are sand art too, and even more appealing than the labyrinth my friends produced. 
Talk about crop-circles. 



 Arram's ball is in mid-juggle.



 There's a cave down there on this side of the headland too, but it's not the one we were in earlier. 


 Here is a closer look at it. 



 The house on the highest point above Muriwai. What a view, huh?



 Zooming in on the gannet rocks from the overlook on the road that climbs the cliff.
(The house in the last picture is even higher than the overlook area) 

One last look, then it's home again. 

Allie suggested that we get Thai food tonight. Jeanne deserves a night off from cooking. We all agreed. She tried for the first time a takeaway place at the Palamino Mall. We were happy with it.     -djf


4 comments:

  1. Nice conclusion to your Muriwai series! I love the action photos of Arram - especially where he's sprinting toward the soccer ball and then caught in perfect form with the ball in mid-air.

    I wonder if those marks in the wet sand were made by some sort of sea snail? They remind me of the trails and tunnels of critters I've seen under a layer of snow but the perfectly circular one is quite unusual.

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  2. And they are so widespread. And I saw no evidence of creatures doing them. Curiouser and curiouser...

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  3. I loved the message of your post also about what wealth truly means. I agree with your thoughts on the matter. I hope that your friend found true happiness not found with money. It looks like a fabulous day. Let me know if you ever solve the mystery of the sand art. McKenzie

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    1. If Mom were alive to have read what I wrote about my co-worker, she might have pointed out that, "It takes all kinds,' or "To each his own." And she'd be right.

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