Poetry Foundation — Family — Josephine Miles —
Swimming off Seal Rocks, potato salad, and a helicopter rescue; summer matters from the American poet, 1911 - 1985.
Not exact matches
We walked along the beach, where he chased the waves a little too closely and ended up with soaking wet jeans; visited the Page Museum, where we watched volunteers meticulously dust
off newly discovered fossils; stopped for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, where I nearly single - handedly polished
off an entire Hula Pie ice cream dessert by myself; meandered out along a pier, where a practically blind seagull almost flew straight into my guy's head; and drove through the rain to the Pacific Marine Mammal Center, where we chuckled at the
seals in the synchronized
swimming routine.
At the center of the story is Lynne Cox, now a renowned long - distance swimmer, but then just a 17 - years - old out for a practice
swim early one morning in the waters
off Seal Beach in Southern California.
It was early March and I was seventeen years old,
swimming two hundred yards offshore, outside the line of breaking waves
off Seal Beach, California.
A FUN OUTING IS Boulders Beach —
swim with the penguins and spot
seals off the rocks then stroll down to the toy museum.
It was the first day of a second lease on life as three young female
seals tentatively made their way to the water, stopping to look at those who had come to see them
off, and seemingly conferring with each other before
swimming into the ocean.
First stop: the fishing town of Kaikoura, to shake
off jet lag (try a
swim among fur
seals).
The chance to
swim with Cape fur
seals, just
off Hout Bay, is a highlight of any visit to the city.
Finally, when the coast was clear, the
seal was able to safely
swim off to another, more secure ice floe.
To
seal this
off as a diver's dream: 360 - view of crystal blue water with breathtaking sunsets, shadows of fishes
swimming under us, and a pretty darn great house reef.
Finally, Clapper the
Seal is an animal buddy that serves two purposes; After jumping on him, he will either cool
off a body of lava, allowing Diddy and Dixie to
swim in the cooled water, or freeze a pool of extremely cold water into ice, allowing the heroes to walk across it.
What doesn't make sense is: gigantic mega-brained predators patterned like pirate flags who eat everything from sea otters to whales and spend hours batting thousand - pound sea lions into the air specifically to beat them up before drowning and shredding them; who wash
seals off ice and crush porpoises and slurp
swimming deer and moose — indeed, seemingly any mammal they come across in the water; yet who have never so much as upended a single kayak and who appear — maybe — to bring lost dogs home.