Third beach through the trees.
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Clare's perspective on the third image from
Page 1
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Lea and Alan roll up their pants and prepare to take on the sea
with nothing between their feet and the pounding surf but the hair
on their toes.
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Footprints on the beach
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MitH and Alan prepare to setup their tent on a nicely leveled patch of sand.
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MitH and Alan finish staking down their tent.
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A view out Clare and Lea's tent (Clare's legs?).
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Alan takes a lunch break outside the girls' tent after finishing
with his (which unfortunately is slower to put up than a freestanding
dome tent).
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The view south down the beach from camp.
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Alan, Lea, and MitH climb on the rocks at the end of the beach.
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MitH perched on a rock.
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Lea and MitH look out toward Taylor Point and the waterfall to
the south.
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We walked part of the way up the trail over Taylor Point the
place where a stream drops off the cliff into the ocean. You can walk
right out to the edge and even beyond it if you hang onto a tree.
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Some more of the ocean below the waterfall.
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Clare shows off her fearlessness and great smile on a small
patch of land just above the waterfall.
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Cunningly photographed to vastly over emphasize Alan's weeniness,
this is, admittedly, a good example of how to hold on for dear life.
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We don't know what Alan is doing here, but it sure is funny
looking. It has to be fairly innocent considering how Lea seems
undistracted from her coke. There was a problem with fuel from the small
Coleman stove leaking into the pot Alan has under his coat, is this part
of the cleaning process?
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Alan, very relaxed and with cookie in mouth, on the ferry back
to Seattle.
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