We had a little time to kill on the way to the airport, so we stopped at a protected estuary in Long Beach. There were lots of bird watchers there and it was a nice stroll over the swamps.
We joined the watchers of birds- there were lots of feathered friends see.
The tide was low and barnacles abounded.
Bruce was mostly preoccupied with all of the oil drilling going on in the area. He was really wishing he had an oil well of his own. I lived in California as a kid and he wanted to know why my family didn't buy an oil well then. Well, we did have those drums of oil buried in the backyard... I'm sure that's a HAZMAT site by now.