Night was crystal clear, so John did some 3 a.m. star watching down on the beach, while attempting (without much success) to clear the cobwebs hanging about from all that fine liquor and BS.
Morning was clear and cold. Near high tide made cove and ocean undiveable, especially for those still a little bleary from the previous night...must be time for breakfast at the Whale's Tale (Tail?). After breakfast and the obligatory visits to the toy stores and shoe stores and hamburger joints in Mendocino, and after spending several minutes (hours?) watching the waves crash on the rocks, no one showed any interest in getting cold and wet...so...packed up camp Saturday afternoon, drove to Orinda, and denatured some bird protein in the warm environs of Bernie and LibAnn's kitchen.
So once again the abs were spared from the greedy clutches of Alacosta Divers.
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