This pic from Feb.10 has us itching to fly over and have a look at Lake Cachuma. It was fun to tour the lake when it was so dry, with scenes like this I call The Squiggle.
1817 The Squiggle
The dry grass was tall in places, creating artistic shapes and textures like these tuft islands on the edge of what was apparently the shoreline for a time.
1822 Tufts
Also on that day, our delightful Edmonton gal discovered the thrill of what for her was warm water. Staying very close to Dad at first, she’d run out after the receding foam and then turn to race for shore when he prompted her. Life is so beautiful.
1798 Meeting Waves
John & Anne Wiley 
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