Last Sunday, I decided that enough was enough... No more literally pussy-footing around. My plantar fasciitis of the heel, after 22 months, was unofficially Cured! I was determined to walk along the Red Rocks track to see the seals.
What a marathon. I'd forgotten that a good half of the track would be seeing me trudge knee-deep (I do exaggerate) in stones, rocks, pebbles. The other half was sucky sand. Because of this, the trek was kind of exhausting. When I returned home, I could hardly drag myself through my front door, I was so tired. Really, I should never have made My First Big Outing over such rough ground.
I did see some seals. Afterwards, I was telling my friend, J, that the sign at the colony said the seals were only there from May to August.
"So, they'll be gone tomorrow," I said. The next day being the 1st of September.
"How do the seals know to leave by the 1st of September?", asked J.
"They read the sign,"
"Oh, of course," J said.
In the below picture, you can see, in the distance, the South Island of New Zealand.
Oh, I see I have a few readers from Turkey who have popped in for a look-see. Now, let's hope I get this right, or my Turkish friend will never forgive me ... Merhaba Nasilsiniz .....