| Dolphins running ahead of our ship | |
| More dolphins | |
| Santa Cruz island in the fog | |
| The island itself was arid and windy. It used to be a private ranch. | |
| Scorpion Cove, where our boat landed; kayaks are visible on the beach. | |
| Anacapa: Makes a better island in the mist than a middle school. | |
| Smuggler's cove, a deserted inlet on the far side of the island | |
| The road from our camp to Smuggler's cove was long, the sun treacherous. | |
| Some of our party perished on the way. | |
| Coconuts. Islands. They go together. (Even if we had to bring ours with.) | |
| Mmm... coconutty goodness | |
| Our campsite amid the eucalyptus trees. The first site was too windy. | |
| Jon, on the cliffs, holding a sharp pointy stick. |