The Idiot often takes a five-mile round-trip morning stroll along Scenic Drive above the Pacific Ocean into the tiny town of Trinidad, CA (Pop: 345) and back. Here are just a few things that he often fails to notice.
The Idiot regularly passes a neighbor’s house that intriguingly incorporates a gargantuan boulder into the architecture.
The morning fog on the Pacific Ocean fails to camouflage the pacifying sound of the breaking waves.
The Idiot was so observant on one morning walk that he noticed that the cattails have fleas this summer.
This is not the type of weather than beckons sunbathers to the usually crowded “clothing optional” Baker Beach between the Idiot’s digs and Trinidad.
The best paved part of Scenic Drive is on land belonging to the Trinidad Rancheria Reservation.
An ornate gate at the entrance to one home on Scenic Drive.
The Idiot regularly drops into the Cher-Ae Heights Casino for a cup of coffee and a few hands of video poker.
A colorful yard sign in downtown Trinidad, CA.
Looking back at the road he walked from orca-shaped Trinidad head.
The Idiot noticed a beachfront Airbnb property for rent on his walk back from Trinidad.
A beach that was foggy in the morning is clear and sunny in the afternoon. Impermanence.
The Idiot enjoyed his view of the Pacific Ocean after the fog lifted on Scenic Drive.
The Idiot realized that foxes are not completely nocturnal when he caught this kit eating apples in his yard.
Time for an afternoon Scrabble game.
There was no fog at sunset on Scenic Drive.
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