We briefly met Rick and Elise during a walk near the estuary the other day. They are birders from the Santa Monica area, staying in a campground at the state park.
This morning, we bumped into them again, and this time, we spoke for about thirty minutes while we were looking for the wild hogs that come out of the mountains.
When they saw us approach, they waved happily, and Rick proudly called all three of us by name. It wasn’t until the end of our conversation that I’d grasp how impressive that was.
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