Playing Tag with The Ocean Gods...
or... Child Abuse with a Sunsuit.



Watching the story behind the headline unraveling before your eyes, before the event frustrates the hell out of me...
Parents, often from inland areas, letting kids play on unfamiliar beaches...
Combined with those who are in charge of warning signs, or the lack thereof, parents have ended up dying while attempting a rescue, or grieving for the rest of their lives...
Recent news of kids left to (play) be swept off Wright's Beach... thank goodness they were saved. Child abuse takes too many forms. Okay, they were leting kids play and frolic and parents can't be everywhere, but the idea is to control the parameters for a safely defined playground.
{Death Rock is to the left in this photo} The beach under Death Rock doesn't apply. Not too many years ago, above the beach, on the Duncan's Landing overlook, there was a story on a sign on a large hunk of upright wood. The story told about the natives calling the large rock formation just yards from the meeting of the cliff and beach, "Death Rock".
The sign is gone!
Why? Does it scare the tourists such that they would never bring wallets back to the coast?
The benign sign facing the parking lot at Wright's Beach says, "Unsafe Surf". Parents or basic beachwalkers figure they aren't going into the surf, so it doesn't apply to them.

Then a sneaker wave drags them down and out into the watery deep blue.

Think about the whales or other sweet ocean creatures found on rocky crags or inland waterways, stranded, lost, alone, out of their once seemingly endless haven. For good or evil, we as people, have an opportunity to help ourselves.
Use your head! Pay attention. Don't let the obvious danger wrapped in the beauty of the masssive, motion hypnosis of the ocean, get in the way of old age. And criminy, don't let little kids or people who don't have the good sense experience should have given them, get into a dangerous situation.

Child abuse can come in so many forms that are oceans apart. While perhaps not a crime, learning prejudice, hate or intolerance by osmosis is a debilitating way to start... Being placed in physicaly unhealthy surroundings, such as not using seat-belts, second hand smoke, or living with a violent or abusive adult is both immediately a horror as well as having a crippling effect on the rest of a kid's life.

But what we saw this week is another reminder that some things can be foreseen. There are so many paintings throughout history showing one of the gods dragging a human into the water, crossing the river Styxx, into the underworld. Well, maybe you don't have nightmares or thoughts like that everyday, but somewhere along the line it occurred to somebody...

Every kid is going to do something, or things, outrageously dangerous that a parent will only learn about decades later, if then. The idea is to try and keep those situations down when there's a guardian on the scene.

So here I am, looking out from Duncan's Landing... Death Rock, Wright's Beach in front of me. Two happy dogs alongside in the whipping wind. Waves are crashing in the most spectacular fashion. Sun shining just too bright off the ocean for my winter eyes. I'm bellowing. There's a pair of kids below and far away, parents fifty yards from their playing tag with the waves... far from my unheard hollers. Alone on a windswept bluff raging, imploring the Pacific Ocean to forsake taking more kids, at least for today, with such magnificent sleeper waves.

The Sonoma Coast kills... It's darn beautiful, but it'll innocently, without hesitation eat people if given a chance.



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