Dogs and bikes

Dog people at the beach, and others


On a recent early winter’s day, I saw a dog running in the afternoon surf with a frisbee trophy clamped in its teeth. I took his picture a half dozen times playing with a half dozen other dogs, running and chasing, tails flashing, teeth grinning, tongues flopping.

People and dogs

I used to live here in parts of San Diego County forty some years ago. Now I just visit. It wasn’t a big deal. I worked, traveled, explored, loafed around. I was usually broke. Four decades later, I’m looking for faces that haven’t aged, and those faces aren’t there any more. If they are, they must be as unrecognizable as mine is to me in the mirror.

Dog Beach though, that’s the same, although this Dog Beach is twenty some miles up the coastline from the one I know. They’re all wonderfully the same. Dogs frolic in the surf with each other, chasing and playing. Even their humans interact, though likely they know nothing of each other’s belief systems. They know each other simply as dog people. Here is a dog person like me. They are all right.

The next day, I rode a rental bike to La Jolla looking for nostalgia and found umpteen pelicans on the rocks. It smelled of pelican droppings, wet feathers, and salt water spray. I recalled nothing remarkable of the past, just some moment like this one looking out over these same rocks at the progenitors of these birds.

Neither people nor dogs

Then, riding on, a little further south, I found an empty bench to eat a sandwich I’d packed. A seagull swooped in and tried to steal my lunch, tangling itself momentarily in my hair. Then I turned my attention to a religious group out exploring the tidepools. I watched them for awhile as they walked on the slippery rocks and huddled and talked and played. I would like to have known what they talked about. Little fishes swimming in tidepools? Spiritual things like the marvels of life and nature? Nonsensical things like whether that was Beyonce they saw? Where they might go for dinner?

Young versions of people wondering if the sea will swallow them