This field was recently ploughed and seeded with a new crop.
Just before the entrance to the park, this twisted old tree greets our arrival.
Driving into the park, a narrow winding road passes first a sand works where sandbags and trucks are loaded with sand for various uses; then climbs a sand hill to overlook a little river valley where cattle peacefully graze.
The view just across the road is of a very different landscape looking more like an isolated desolate wilderness than a coastal region so close to fertile farm land.
We found crowds on the beach, not of people, but pelicans, seagulls, and a few other species of birds.
Pelicans congregate on the shoreline in preparation for another sortie.
Suddenly, the sortie begins. Within a few seconds, hundreds of the huge birds surge skyward looking like a swarm of enormous bats rising into the sky.
A pelican flies overhead coming around after take-off.
Just a short distance from all the life lies a patch of Mars. Apparently lifeless, it consists of rocks that closely resemble many of the surface-level images sent back by the various rovers exploring the surface of that planet.
Looking rather like its dinosaur roots, an emu at a local winery peers over the fence separating it from the parking lot.
Next vintage gets its start.
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