A cool, slightly breezy day at the beach, with plenty of clouds to the north.
That group of people ahead is a professionally fossil collecting group, being
escorted by
Paul Murdoch, a true fossil maniac, who knows more than just the names of the most common
shark's teeth found here.
We did OK, about 15 small teeth, nothing remarkable, but George did get a
small
Hastalis, and one
Tilly bone.
Georgia leading Skye back down to the car. Skye had a great day; lots of people
who wanted to pet a real live husky.
A pretty good day for sailing.
And maybe fishing. A batch of gull working in shallow water near the end of the
jetties at Flag Harbor. Usually, fish in that area are small schoolies, and they
were moving south fast, which is my excuse for not going back out to chase them.
No comments:
Post a Comment