You may view my whole pictorial story on my Facebook page. What I thought I would do here is something a little different. There were many unique and fun words we came across in our travels. These words were posted on signs along our scenic route. These were words that are funny, words that are foreign, words we may not use in our every day speech. Of course, with my journal always near, I jotted a few of these down, thinking maybe I could create something of interest from these words. So here it goes, my attempt to inform and educate with the three I have picked here.
CHUMASH (Chew---mash). No, this is not what you do with the crab. ...well maybe....
Slough (slow) -noun, Def.: 1. An area of soft, muddy ground, swamp, or swamplike region. 2, A hole full of mire, as in a road. 3. A marshy or reedy pool, pond, inlet, backwater, or the like. 4. a condition of degradation, despair, or helplessness.
Every definition gave me a yucky feeling, a negative connotation. Somewhere a creature from the Black Lagoon, or Swamp Thing might be lurking, or a million mosquitos for that matter.
Our discovery? The Slough in picturesque Moss Landing, Calif. We decided we want to come back and check this place out , discover more of what nature has to offer here. Instead of murky darkness, we saw sea otters frolicking in the waters, many sea birds foraging for their daily fill of shellfish, and kayakers leisurally paddling with the seals at play. Over the hill surrounding the slough, was the breathtaking Pacific, uncluttered with surbanites and their umbrellas and coolers, just the sand, the sea, and the sounds and smells of our beautiful coastline.
God came to bring us out of our own despair and helplessness. We can become mired in the everyday muck of this life and miss what lies just over the hill. There is purpose for this slough, it's a protected area for a species of birds called the Snowy Plover, it is their breeding ground. New birth and and a new generation come to life here. Within the mud and reeds is sustenance--lessons to move on to great expance of the deep ocean of destiny God has planned for us.
|The Snowy Plover and her chicks|
|The links at Pebble Beach|