When Elephant Seals Tell Jokes: The Wednesday Photo Essay

Did you hear the one about an elephant seal, a Christmas seal, and a basset hound walking into a bar.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
HA, HA, HA, HA!

A while back Peggy and I were driving north from somewhere, maybe San Diego, when we drove past Hearst Castle and came to Piedras Blancas. It was full of sunbathers, somewhat weight challenged— and nude. Naturally we had to stop and break out our cameras.

The beach was a little crowded.
But everyone seemed happy. Some were even cuddling up.
Can it get any better.
Maybe. Few things are more pleasurable that scratching an itch.
Ah, that feels soooo good!
Of course it’s kind of hard to beat taking a dirt bath…
Especially if it is a full body bath!
Maybe a nice long nap in the sun. Yawn! Catching fish is such hard work.
You know how it is when someone else yawns. Are my tonsils pretty?
Speaking of pretty, here I am. How can anyone resist my dark brown eyes and gorgeous whiskers? Most girls would die to have whiskers like mine.
Check me out!
What do you mean this is a nude beach for elephant seals only! (Do we have trouble in Paradise?)
Like here we are all sleeping and someone starts stretching while challenging us to touch our toes and lecturing us on the value of exercise.
And then there is this lady who is disturbing us all by screaming, and screaming, and screaming…
Like what is her problem? Wait could it be? Is it possible? Is she having a baby? All is forgiven. (Well, possibly the elephant seal she is having a baby on might have a problem.)
We can relax again.
And go back to sleep.
But who can resist passing on a good joke. Have you heard the one about an elephant seal, a Christmas seal and a basset hound walking into a bar?
Bye, bye. Thanks for wandering through time and place with Curt and Peggy.

NEXT POSTS: On Friday, we will visit Ghost Ranch in New Mexico to wrap up the Georgia O’Keeffe series. On Monday we will start a new one as we look into the strange eyes of shamans and check out other petroglyphs.