JuKoon California.
Eight Lotters risked their life today in the name of JuKoon. The perilous trip down the steep hill (and I DO mean trip) was rewarded with pristine (except for the homeless campsite and various pieces of trash) beaches and tide pools. Bread was cast, the sea gods angered, waves retaliated and our past regrets were washed away. When no one would touch the sea penis, we made the long, dusty and exhausting treck up the steep hill.
We lost 3 people to exhaustion or social obligations (The Rat, Pru and Savanah) but gained Morrigoon. After a stop for coffee (and a search for dry shoes) we all piled in Kevy's car - it was time for the traditional adventure portion of JuKoon - the Koon part of the celebration.
I took over the driving (much to Kevy's distress - but it is TRADITION) and off we went. Our destination was the Korean Bell. We never made it.
What we did discover was a lovely beach with the remains of an old 1920's resort whose history is both fascinating and sad. At the end of the parking lot sat an ice cream truck - nirvana on wheels - and we all imbibed in the food the JuKoon God had provided for us. We hiked up the beach until the discovery of "Perky Breast Point" where we stopped to contemplate the sunset.
It was getting dark and only one raccoon had been spotted - and he was road kill. Back in the car we drove to the other end of the rocky beach. Then we saw them.........not raccoons but CATS. TONS of them living in the rock by the sea.
I suppose that cats - not raccoons is the totem for this coming year.
FRIGHTENING THOUGHT!!!!
After the first named JuKoon we had all of the trouble at our house with raccoons. Our house is already filled with cats. What DOES the future hold??? Only time will tell.
Some of my photos from the day are here.