"What do you call those white things in the sky?"
"Clouds."
"And when they are on Earth?"
"Fog."
"There was fog today."
"Si."
This Peruvian spoke much better English than I did Spanish.
On a foggy evening by the ocean this evening, after walking and running a bit with my short-legged companion, I stopped to sit in the relatively warm rocks to run my hands over and through them comfortingly, seeking the light of agates that may be found on our own Pebble Beach. I've been an agate hound since finding my first one as a teenager walking Louisiana river beaches. Those I've found here are much less "impressive" though no less fun to find. Jon took this photo of one of our Louisiana agates on a bed of the newer-finds of California.
