What is often lost in all the nature documentaries is that every critter must die eventually. More often than not, said deaths are generally brutal.
One of our favorite beaches is Bean Hollow State Beach south of Half Moon Bay along the northern coast of California. Dog friendly and abundant with wildly different environment ranging from sandy beaches to monumental rocks, to flats full of tide pools with the occasional freshwater pool.
While visiting, it was mentioned that the southern entrance to the state park — we have always stuck to the northern (but will head south because of the awesome beach) — led to an alcove where a dead whale had washed ashore.
This was, of course, far too tempting of a site for Roger to resist, so down the road we headed.
What we found, though, was absolutely monumental. And stinky. Very, very, stinky.
The creature that had washed up was huge.
Hundred+ feet long and 80 feet long, 75 tons, and clearly dead for a while as there were bits and pieces here and there.
And the smell. We made the mistake of parking down wind. Doh!
Roger made it just about 2/3rds of the way to the carcass before heading back to the car.
After we hit the road, we drove upwind and found a path that we could walk upon to overlook the scene without having to smell it.
Regardless, the stench stuck with us on the drive home. Or not. It may have largely been Ruby’s (the Dog’s) wet doggy stench from having waded in a couple of swampy puddles.
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