We had the most beautiful, truly spectacular, weekend here.
Laguna Beach – taken with a fish-eye lens.
From the moment I woke up Saturday morning, I knew I HAD to postpone all chores in favor of the beach.
The only real question, was which beach to go to?
I was full of energy and in the mood to “beach hop” all day long.
Briefcase was not.
(Maybe he just wanted to stare at his briefcase all day? It is SO hard being married to someone named Briefcase.)
We decided to spend the entire day (and early evening) at 1,000 Steps in Laguna.
I didn’t want to get bored so I decided to bring a lot of gear with me to play around with.
What was I thinking?
(There’s a REASON the #$&% beach is called 1,000 Steps.)
In an effort to “save” my arm, I wore a camera belt so my heaviest gear would be around my waist. The rest went in my backpack and around my neck.
Oh, except for my (kids) GoPro which I carried on a monopod.
Also, I “wore” more gear in/on my photography vest.
I had roughly 40 pounds of gear strapped to my body.
(Underneath it all, I was wearing my IntelliSkin shirt – per New PT’s request. In addition to helping provide some much needed stability to my injured parts, the shirt is good protection against the sun.)
Let me give you a tip,
I don’t care if you’re filming a 3 hour movie –
1,000 steps is NOT the beach to take a lot of camera gear to.
Random Dude checking out the tidepools.
I did have a lot of fun exploring though.
I was either walking, hiking, shooting, climbing, wading, or cave exploring for seven hours straight.
Oh yes, I also did ten gazillion-bazillion-million squats while shooting. Photography is an amazing full body workout if you shoot the way I do.
I never sat down. I never stopped moving.
I exhausted myself.
I really, really, like caves.
At the end of the day, after the sun had set ….
When my body was so tired, I could barely find the energy to blink –
I climbed back UP 1,000 steps with 40 pounds of gear strapped to my body.
Half way up, I decided I’d rather spend the night sleeping on the beach.
Who wants to go up another several hundred stairs?
But, I trudged on.
My legs are SO SORE.
PR keeps laughing at me as I cringe going up and down the stairs in our house.
Purple Starfish: Click on photo to purchase, or view larger, in 24atHeart gallery.
I saw a lot of sea life so all my hard work was worth the effort, right?
The purple starfish (or sea star) was pretty. I saw a lot of orange ones too.
A big crab pinched my finger when I moved a rock he was hiding behind. I might have yelped. (Not because it hurt, but because it startled me!)
One woman kept yelling at me to “take a picture of the seals.” I waved at the seals and kept shooting other things. She yelled to me again about the seals. One seal, in particular, seemed curious about what I was doing. It kept coming closer and closer to the rocks where I was and staring at me. I said “Hi seal” and kept shooting other things. I think the yelling woman was getting ulcers because I wouldn’t take a photo of what she wanted me to take a photo of.
I was more intent on something else at the time.
The tides have to be just right in order to access the particular spot I wanted to get to.
There’s only a small window of time to get in, shoot, and get out without being stranded.
I didn’t want to be stranded.
I didn’t want to ruin my equipment by getting caught in the tide.
I really, really, wanted to get a good shot of my “dream house.”
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P.S. A girl can dream, right??