Windy day, empty beach

Windswept, empty beach in September, Atlántida, Uruguay

Not much else to report. I planted a bunch of sunflowers at the chacra. Just another attempt to get something to grow there that I actually have planted. My failure rate is very high double digits.

Surf’s up! Well, relatively speaking.

Perfect weather, empty beach. Still, walking even 100 steps with eyes closed is a challenge. Reminds me of riding a bicycle with eyes closed on Edisto Island, South Carolina. Makes a calm, flat, empty beach considerably more adventurous.

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Onshore wind, nice clean break. I kept walking until I reached the mouth of the Solís Chico, probably the best surfing spot nearby.

Four patient surfers. And no, the waves rarely get much larger than that.

I finally saw the horse people

I’ve seen the hoof prints for a long time (and watched our Shi-Tzu face-plant in a couple), and finally the question is answered … sort of. Two gaucho guys who come from the east.

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Just a couple of photos that have accumulated.

interruption — OK, so we’re not walking on the sidewalk today.

flowers — You have to wonder what was the occasion.

vert_clouds — Not today. Definitely not today.

Beach after the rain

winding-drainage

Insane weather

31°C

It was still that temperature approaching 5:00 when I walked the dog. As soon as we hit the beach, the temperature plummeted in moments. 87.8°F to 71.6°F.

22°C

We had the Veranillo (little summer) of San Juan earlier, and expect the Tormenta de Santa Rita around in late August / early September. Typically brief warm spells result in moisture condensing on every surface. We have none right now, and we have had almost 10cm / ~4″ of rain in the last five days.

Gone.

After seeing the gull, I saved a little fish from dinner to take to it the next day. Didn’t. But the gull was still there, so I drove back, after dark, with little pieces of fish on a piece of wood, and some water. It jerked its head towards what I offered a couple times, but it was too dark to see if it was eating or not.

Yesterday I took a little canned tuna. The piece of wood was gone, but I found a piece of a plastic flowerpot, put the tuna on it, and edged it toward the bird … who didn’t seem to like the idea of that plastic thing so close to it.

So today:

that piece of plastic. No sign of the little depression the bird had made. No tuna, but there wouldn’t be; there are every day many dogs on the beach. No bird, no sign of bird. Anywhere.

Gone.