OK. So I'll preface this by saying that I am not a good hiker. I tend to use the arms/legs/butt method which serious hikers (i.e. boyfriend) frown on. Too bad.
This past Saturday we were at Torrance Beach, near Redondo. Actually, it's called Rat Beach (Right After Torrance), a name which always pleased me. But right beyond, there are some very fine tide pools. And as we were there during a low tide a visit seemed to be in order. I just forgot about the Hideous Hike.
After much climbing and complaining (me) we found the pools. And they were numerous and very active: holding tanks for tiny fish alternately dark and flashing silver, pretty green crabs, hermit crabs – always on the market, looking for new housing units, large pearlescent turban shells…and the above. A dead octopus, probably caught on the rocks and unable to follow the tide as it receded back into the ocean. Really, it was so lovely and unique – its tentacles like tendrils, thrown in a type of morbid abandon – that I had to take a photo.
I mean – how are you going to look when you recline in your final tide pool? As photo-worthy as this octopus? Tell the truth, now!