Ab Poppers

My brother dives for abalone.   (Abalone?  Whatzat?  www.montereybayaquarium.org/an…)   Which is a thinly veiled excuse for a quick family get together.  This is maybe the sixth year we’ve done this.

So after a 3 ½ hour drive north of San Francisco we met at Russian Gulch State Park, just a few miles out of Ft Bragg.  And yes, my antique ancient Porsche did quite nice on the twisty roads through the Redwoods.  Well except for that one car that didn’t understand the concept of “slower traffic use pull-outs”.  Dweeb…



Hwy 1 crosses the park which requires this bridge.  Sorry, my little cellphone camera just doesn’t catch the presence of the real thing.  But I was able to play around with some of the geometry and perspective bits.

     

After a couple of hours in the water, with a wetsuit various weights snorkel fins and a sizing gauge, my brother produced three abalones.  Uh, three is the daily limit.  California is very strict about these kinds of things.   Which ultimately lead to this:



(Breaded abalone wrapped around jalapenos and cream cheese fried in butter) 

Now some extra bits from near Mendocino: