After having been warned that we would probably have to share our campsite with dozens of other students, we were delighted to find that we actually ended up having campsite 42 (the answer to life, the universe, and everything!) all to ourselves. Our campsite featured its own shortcut path directly to the restroom (which included showers!). This meant that other people tended to want to walk through our campsite. But that was okay, because most of them politely asked permission, and we were happy to have such convenient access to the path ourselves. Here's Susan returning down the path to our campsite.
And here's Susan in the tent, putting on her hiking boots in the morning.
Here are some more views of our campsite, with my car and Susan's camping equipment.
First thing in the morning before the first day of class, we and three other students and the professor all went geocaching together in the sand dunes behind the campsite. I was exhausted by trying to keep up with everyone else - even Susan, who was hobbling because she had tripped on my bedroom carpet a few days earlier and thought she might have broken her toe. But at least I got a nice landscape photograph from it.
This is our classmate Juan, holding up his GPS device and a stuffed monkey with the school logo on it, which the professor had brought along for us to add to the cache we found.
Here we all are with the cache we found. Derek is holding the cache because he was the one who found it. The professor took this picture with my camera and commented that we all had a big green mohawk over our heads.
Then we went to class with our other classmates. The first stop was Goat Rock Beach, so named because supposedly people used to herd goats on top of Goat Rock, which is a sea stack (a big rock formerly attached to shore, now separated due to erosion) slightly offshore.
I photographed Susan on the cliff above Goat Rock Beach.
And a classmate named Lang.
Susan photographed me on the same cliff, along with Derek and some woman we don't remember the name of. You can tell by my hair how windy it was.
The Russian River flows into the ocean here, which is why Goat Rock Beach is bordered on both sides by water.
We drove down from the cliff to the tombolo - a bit of land that has built up between a sea stack and the shore, due to water depositing gravel in an area protected from erosion by the sea stack. This is the tombolo.
And here is Susan on the tombolo.
Then we drove from the tombolo to the beach itself, which was just as freezing as everywhere else.
For lunch we drove to Shell Beach, which was also freezing. We sat in my car while we ate the lunch we'd brought with us, to stay out of the wind. When we finished eating, Susan went out on the beach to begin our assignment, but I stayed in the car for another 15 minutes because it was so much more comfortable in the car. When I finally ventured out into the wind, I wasn't sure at first where Susan had gone. I took this picture while I was looking around for her on top of the cliff.
Then I found the stairs down to the beach. I photographed this lupine on the way down. It was growing right next to the stairs.
But by the time I reached the beach, I could see Susan in the distance.
I ran to meet her and asked what she'd been doing.
She showed me a cave she had found during a previous visit to Shell Beach, and then she posed next to her favorite rock she had found on the current visit to Shell Beach. The rock was serpentine.
Then I took pictures of the ocean.
And Susan took a picture of me.
After class was over, we went geocaching with the professor and a few other students again. The GPS devices led us into a field of poison oak, and we had a terrible time finding the cache, until Susan moved aside some rocks - and there it was! There was also a scenic view from the cache location, so I photographed it.
And there were lots of wild irises all over the field, too. I liked them much better than I liked the poison oak.