My mother wanted to take me to a place that she used to take me and my siblings when we were young, and that place is the Cabrillo Beach Tide Pools. Now my mom kept telling me we are going to go to the tide pools, we are going to go to the tide pools, we are going to go to the tide pools! For whatever reason that didn’t sink in, because I had no clue what a tide pool was. I was thinking “Oh a tide pool, like at the aquarium where I can pet the starfish in a tank.” I was wrong.. obviously. So me being bright, I wore some loose fitting jeans, a black shirt, some socks that slipped off my foot into my shoe, and some slip on shoes. Little did I know this place is covered in rocks. Not just any rocks… wet, slippery, loose rocks. If you have read my previous blog about Los Penasquitos, I swear I am not always like this! (Ok well most of the time.)
Upon arriving to the tide pools I was feeling a little bit queasy due to the rolling hills of Rancho Palos Verdes, and from my excitement my mom was giving off because of the tide pools! My mom, my trusted dog Nellie, and I venture on down to the tide pools. We walk across this wooden bridge thing next to these bushes, and it smelled heavily like urine. Like if someone had a bucket of urine and like threw it everywhere! I am not exaggerating and my mom didn’t even comment on the smell. I don’t know how she could stand it. We get to the edge of the bridge and my mom says “Oh that’s not good!” and she drags the dog away from this feathered object on the ground. What type of feathered object do you think could be at the beach? Pigeon? Seagull? Pelican? An object a hippy made with the combination of feathers from all those birds? You would be wrong! The feathered object was not one, but two chickens!! Chickens! Not just any chickens though, dead, headless chickens just laying at the end of the bridge to the entrance into the tide pools. My first thought: “Where the hell did my mom bring me?” Second thought: “Why are there chickens?” So we move past the shock of chickens and I head down close to inspect the water and I almost step on a dead sting ray! WTF is up with this place right?
Aside from the urine stained entrance, the dead, headless chickens, and the dead stingray, this place was beautiful! I felt one with the ocean, it was kind of weird. Nobody was there, the waves were crashing on the rocks, little crabs were running by, it was amazing. I could’ve spent all day there capturing the way the water moved around the rocks, and the way the water went from a deep blue to a bubbled white. Not only that but to capture the texture of the rocks caused by the waves crashing on them repeatedly.
We were there about half an hour to 45mins, and we weren’t even a quarter of the way around the tide pools, and my camera starts beeping. Low battery. Story of my life I swear!