The Ultimate Treasure Hunt: Tidepooling at Crystal Cove State Beach

 

Date: November 25, 2015
Place: Crystal Cove State Park, Laguna Beach, California
Coordinates: 33.578670, -117.849422
Length: 0.6 mile in and out from lot 2
Level: easy

We finished our hike at Crystal Cove State Park with time to spare before we were due down at the beach for the low tide, and the family vote was to go and have lunch before going tide pooling. That lunch ate up all of that time and a bit more, so by the time we arrived at parking lot #2 the tide was past its lowest. Still, it was pretty low when we finally made it down to the pools and we had a wonderful time wandering along the beach and enjoying its treasures.

The little walk we had to take to the restaurant also had its surprises, It started with this little towhee strutting his stuff by the parking lot.

California Towhee

We had to walk a good quarter mile down to the beach eatery. Between the path and the Pacific Coast Highway there was a wide trench with water and vegetation. One of the trees above it had a woodpecker perched on it's branches.

Nuttall's Woodpecker, female

As I was leading the chikas down to the restaurant Papa Quail stayed behind a little longer: a beautiful, majestic osprey was sitting on a pole in the middle of the trench.

Osprey

The restaurant was packed. We were fortunate to get a seat fairly soon but the rest took a loooong time. As a result we arrived at the park's parking lot #2, the one nearest to the tide pools we wanted to explore, only at around 4:00 pm. The tide was rolling in for a whole hour already. Moreover, being in daylight saving time regime, we had a little over an hour of daylight left.
So we grabbed our cameras and not to lose any more time, hurried down the path to the beach. 

Our tidepooling wanders as captured by Papa Quail's GPS

That we were going to explore tide pool wildlife didn't mean I ignored the flora on the way, even on such a short walk.

California Buckwheat (Eriogonum fasciculatum)

The path starts as a boardwalk through the fragile coastal plant community. At the cliff edge the boardwalk stops and the trail becomes a convenient sandy path that leads to the beach in a gentle slope almost all the way. And then it suddenly turns into a steep rocky step that requires care of footing.

The trail down to the tidepools

The cliffs of Laguna Beach are gentle, and not all that high. Much more tame compared with the sheer, dark rocks of the Bay Area coastal cliffs. Wherever there was a depression in the cliffs, a sandy beach was formed. The line of sandy beaches is separated by rocky areas, including the one we were going down to - where the tide pools were.

Crystal Cove State Beach

Papa Quail didn't need to go all the way down to make his first observation - pelicans were gliding gracefully up the coast in small groups or individually. They are quite impressive birds, and very pretty when wearing their breeding plumage.

Pacific Brown Pelican

Once down, my chikas and I immediately took our shoes off and went into the tide pools. Papa Quail held on to dry land a little longer but eventually even he shelled off his footwear and joined us in the water. 

As always when we go out together it is Papa Quail that takes the big zoom lens and look for the birds.

Marbled Godwit

I, on the other hand, take the wide-angle and/or macro lens and focus on less fidgety organisms, plantlike mostly, and other sessile beings such as sea anemones.

Much of the tidal zone wildlife is sessile. The rock faces were covered with mussels and other mollusks, shut tightly inside their shells until the coming tide covers them with water once more.

Mussels

Mussels and other shellfish make excellent feed for shorebirds and, as expected, the shorebirds prowled the tide-exposed rocks and send, looking for morsels.

Black Turnstone

We expected to see shorebirds there but were surprised by the variety and diversity of species we saw there, some of which were rare encounters for us, and one that we have not seen until then - the ruddy turnstone in the photo below.

Ruddy Turnstone

One of our rare sightings there was the snowy plover. I had seen them only once before - at Oso Flaco State Beach. For Papa Quail it was the first time seeing snowy plovers and that sighting was just the right thing to set his mood right for the rest of our trip.

Snowy Plover

The ocean was quiet and gentle waves lapped at the beach. The water level was slowly rising and I kept rolling my pants higher to avoid getting soaked by the surge.

Large fields of sea grass grew on the wave-polished rocks and on the thin layer of sand that covered the large flat slabs. The grass, I soon found out, was very slippery. I had to tread very carefully around that watery meadow. 

Not all of it was green - other algae grew there as well, although largely dominated by the seagrass. 

My chika found a starfish. I carefully waded to the rock she was next to so I could get a close-up. Starfish are always a star find when tide pooling. 

Later she had found a tiny-wincy baby star too. This tiny starfish was detached from its rock and tumbling in the gentle waves. My chika scooped it from the water to show me, then laid it gently in the little pond she and her sister made for the hermit crabs that they found there.

Snail shells were all over the place, but my chika found a really large one. It was vacant - apparently no hermit crab was big enough to lay claim to this beautiful house.

Hermit crabs are always fun to watch. They remain trapped in the tide pools and they keep active until the tide comes in again. While in the closed tide pool the water remains still and the sand doesn't shift with any wave. This is the time when a small crab can make its mark, leaving a trail of footprints underwater.

Hermit Crab

Meanwhile Papa Quail came near, telling me of all the birds he'd seen so far. He also paid attention to the various gulls that were on the beach, as common birds as they are. There were several gull species there. Some were actively feeding, but most seemed to just sit there and take in the scenery.

Ring-billed Gull

I wasn't all that interested in the gulls. Instead, I tried to get a decent photo of the fish that were swimming in the tide pool near my legs. Some of them were quite large. Enough to make a good meal for the snowy egret that was foraging a few yards away.

There was a single snowy egret in the entire tide pools area. That bird was busy fishing throughout the time we were there. Papa Quail photographed it and moved on to other, less common birds. I regarded it every now and then, seeing that it didn't mind me or other people around. Occasionally it would catch a fish and swallow it quickly. On one of these occasions a Heermann's Gull swooped over and tried to wrestle the fish from the egret. The egret wasn't ready to give up its catch and a short battle ensued. My camera was on serial photo mode and the birds were close. I photographed the whole thing.

Heermann's Gull challenging a Snowy Egret that caught a fish

The fight involved a lot of screaming (of the gull), jumping and wing-flapping (of both). The egret had its crest all puffed up.

"Give me that fish!" 

There wasn't any physical assault - no pecking or clawing. I think the gull was trying to intimidate the egret into dropping its catch. I report with satisfaction that the egret held on to its fish and eventually managed to swallow it, leaving nothing for the gull to hang around for.

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" 

So now I know why the gulls were just sitting there and what they were waiting for. 

The egret, completely unphased, flattened its crest and continued on fishing. 

The sun was getting low and the air was cooling down. Papa Quail started voicing his wish to go back to the car but he was still distracted by the birds that showed no intention to leave the beach.

Sanderling

Most of the tide pools were already covered by the incoming tide by then. The chikas were playing in their little hermit crab pool but elder chika was shivering slightly and younger chika had goosebumps. I called them to break open their pool so the crabs could go away and instructed them to dry off and put on their shoes.

Black-bellied Plover, non-breeding 

The shadows lengthened. Papa Quail had had enough and sat down to put on his own shoes but I wasn't ready to go just yet. I wanted to stay for the sunset.

Papa Quail wasn't enthusiastic about it but didn't argue. Besides, there was still enough light left to photograph the birds that still hanged around at the beach. 

Western Gull

As the sun was setting many of the birds were leaving too. Ocean, sunset, and seagulls make a perfect image isn't that so?  


Papa Quail was more interested in the actual birds than the scenery or the beauty of the image. But he certainly appreciates the beauty of a tern in flight.

Royal Tern

Yes, another photo of pelicans. They make the best embellishment to the sunset sky.

It was getting dark. The chikas were complaining loudly now that they were cold and hungry, and papa Quail started herding them toward the trail. I took a few steps in that direction and then turned and shot another series of sunset stills.

And who would blame me? Every few minutes the image would change into something even more spectacular. The clouds enhance the sunset's beauty so much.

Eventually the only people left on the beach were a couple of professional sunset photographers that came down specifically for that and had their camera mounted on a tripod. An me, retreating ever so slowly towards the trail.

The camera adjusts the capture according to the light it perceives, therefore when photographing the sun directly, everything around looks dark.

But high on the cliff (yes, I did make it up there eventually), when I photographed the coastline, the photo looks less dark although it was taken after the photos above.

It was there at the edge of the cliff that I caught the last rays of the sun as it sunk into the Pacific Ocean. (Yes, I know it doesn't really sink and it's all just a perception, but the heck with it. The sun sinks and it's right that it sinks into the ocean. No land sunset can match with that. And please ignore the outline of Santa Catalina Island, it still counts as ocean sunset :-) )

It was almost dark when we made it back to the car and I found out that I had left my water bottle at the beach where I had put my shoes back on. Horrified at the though that I(!) would leave an artifact like that in nature I grabbed a flashlight and run all the way down to retrieve it. I made it back with no time to spare - the park's gate are closed on sunset. I guess that the attendant is familiar with the practice of sunset viewing because she had waited for us to leave before closing the beach.

It was the perfect ending of a long and very rewarding day. And it was our last day before I'd have to face that big monstrosity in Anaheim that we promised we'd take the chikas to.

The Beach's Backdrop: Hiking Crystal Cove State Park

Date: November 25, 2015
Place: Crystal Cove State Park, Laguna Beach, California
Address:  8471 N Coast Hwy, Laguna Beach, CA 92651
Coordinates: 33.566709, -117.821390
Length: 5.7 miles
Level: moderate

As this year is turning and fall comes around again, we make plans once more for the week-long Thanksgiving school break in November.
Last year we traveled to Southern California, combining a visit at Mission San Juan Capistrano for then 4th grader younger chika, a visit to Disneyland as a birthday gift to the elder chika, a visit with our friends at San Juan Capistrano, and of course - hiking a sample of the numerous Orange County Nature gems.
Early on that trip we had a nice hike at Laguna Niguel. After that we had a more frustrating hike in the Santa Ana Mountains, a hike that ended abruptly when the elder chika fell and cut her hand on a sharp rock. The cut was deep and we had spent the rest of that evening at the local urgent care with her. After that adventure, we were ready for something nice and easy, and less hot. The coast seemed the natural direction and I selected Crystal Cove State Park at Laguna Beach.

This park is actually larger than how it looks on the map. And it has a nice trail system that we realized immediately, would be too extensive to cover in one day. Or even three.

We arrived at the main parking lot and started at the trailhead behind the visitor center building.

Our hike at Crystal Cove State Park as captured by Papa Quail's GPS

It rained a bit on the day before and I was worried because the hill trails close when conditions are muddy. Apparently it hadn't rained all that much because everything was wide open when we entered the park. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and only a bit of moisture under the top soil told of yesterday's rain.
We took some water and snacks and started uphill, getting slowly away from the communication towers and the power lines. I tried focusing on what Nature had on display for us that day.

Missouri Melon (Cucurbita foetidissima)

In the beginning we were going uphill. The slope is mild but soon we were quite high and had an excellent view of the coastline below.

It was a hot day and the chikas were complaining, especially the elder chika who was hurting still from her injury from our hike at the Santa Ana Mountains on the day before. To keep the girls interested I recruited them to 'Mission Roadrunner', urging them to seek the bird that all of us would love to see.
Well, 'Mission Roadrunner' was accomplished within a few minutes when papa Quail spotted a single roadrunner standing by the side of the trail and looking at us carefully. It waited there until we were almost on top of it, then it walked into the bushes and vanished from our sight.
Immediately I recruited the girls to 'Mission Coyote', which was not accomplished on that day.

Greater Roadrunner

We continued for some time along the Ridge Trail, enjoying the views. The vegetation was mostly dry - the rainy season was just beginning. But when looking for wildflower out of wildflower season, the coastal region usually has something to show, most commonly in the form of perennial shrubs. 

California Buckwheat (Eriogonum fasciculatum)

Large areas of the hills were covered with green chaparral, and the contrast between the dry south-facing and the green north-facing slopes was very apparent.

Way to the east the twin peaks of the Saddleback peeked over the hills ridge line. We planned to go east as far as we had the time for, but the Saddleback would wait for another trip Southern California.

The Saddleback

The trail we were hiking on along the ridge was wide dirt road named very descriptively 'No Dogs Road'. About a mile up this trail there is short connection to the Moro Canyon trail along the creek below, The connection is called the Poles Trail for the long line of power line poles that stretches along it. It's impossible to miss. At the bottom of the Poles Trail I found a few straggling wildflowers. All of them, naturally, were hard to identify composites. I think I got one of them right.

Cliff Aster (Malacothrix saxatilis) 

Now we continued east along the creek. We lost the ridge breeze but enjoyed the shade of the hills that was cast of the path in places.

Going east on Moro Canyon Road

Tweets in the bushes a few yards away caught our attention. Papa Quail gazed through his binoculars and dismissed the tweeters as being too common. I nagged him a bit so he clicked a few photos of those little bush birds (LBB's).

Yellow-rumped Warbler

Around the curve I spotted another tiny bird - a hummingbird. She was sitting still on a dead fennel stem and didn't seem to concerned about us. I motioned Papa Quail closer and he documented the encounter.

Anna's Hummingbird, female

Little by little the hills drew nearer and the creek valley became more canyon-like. Here and there we could see some sheer rock face through the vegetation. Also the trail grew steeper and the chikas started requesting more frequent breaks.

We didn't smell anything in particular but there must have been something interesting on the hillside to our north because a committee of vultures was circling over that particular area. Perhaps the deceased in the shrubs was too fresh still.

Turkey Vulture

By mid-day we arrived at a nice, shaded area where sycamores, oaks and willows grow dense and tall. We found a nice nook in the rocky canyon wall and sat for a break. When we started on that trail

I thought we might make it to the eastern boundary of the park and loop back along the Moro Ridge trail. On any other day we would have probably completed that look as planned but on that November day we has a deadline that couldn't be pushed back - the low tide was due at about 3:00 pm and if we wanted to go tide-pooling (we wanted! we wanted!), then we would have to turn back right then.

I managed to wrestle a few more minutes out of Papa Quail's timeline calculations and went briefly up a side trail to see what I could see from there. I didn't get much of a view but I did see a sticky monkeyflower that bloomed in red - a color I had never before seen in Bay Area monkeyflowers.

Sticky Monkeyflower (Mimulus aurantiacus)

We finished our snack break, and with some difficulty left the nice cool shade of the sycamore trees. In the Bay Area all the sycamores were already bare but down at Orange County they were just beginning to turn their leaves.

California Sycamore (Platanus racemosa)

We turned about and started back west. It was very hot still, but at least we were going downhill.

Moro Canyon north-facing slope chaparral 

If the chikas were lagging before the turning point, now they were running ahead, and Papa Quail right along with them. I brought up the rear, stopping now and then to appreciate the creekside vegetation.
Whatever little rain had fallen so far on those hills - the cacti were making the most of it, sprouting new pads out of plump old ones.

New pad budding of Mission Cactus (Opuntia ficus-indica)

Every now and then we crossed paths with another hiker or biker, altogether there were very few others on that trail and most of the time it felt as if we were the only people in the park. We would stop occasionally to drink and take a breather and between those stops we were making a good time.

One of our stopping points - a sole oak hugging the rock

A congress of ravens were coming around the curve toward us. They went into the bushes and continued hopping in and out of the vegetation until they all settled on one branch or another, all the time making a lot of noise. I love watching the group dynamics of ravens.

Raven

The canyon opened up and we were walking under direct sunlight. I kept pulling my bandana and wiping my forehead with it. Elder chika kept spilling water on her head despite my warning that we need that water for drinking. Papa quail wasn't concerned - we were getting close to the end of the hike. 

Coyote Brush (Baccharis pilularis) 

We passed the turn to the Poles Trail where we had descended into the canyon earlier that morning. This time there was no question - none of us wanted to go up the hill, so we continued westward along the creek below.

The Poles Trail

Soon we were in vegetation again. The hillside chaparral blending and then changing with riverbed riparian bushes.
There, where moisture collects and remains even throughout summer the shrubs were green and welcoming, and few bore flowers still.

California Wild Rose (Rosa californica) 

We slowed down. Toward the mouth of the canyon there is a nature interpretive area with a boardwalk and benches. We stopped for another break. I explored the vegetation while the chikas looked for lizards and bugs.

Pill Millipede (Roly Poly Bug)

There is a parking lot at the mouth of Moro Canyon, but not the one we were parked at. To get there we had to go uphill again and walk along the cliffs. We climbed out of the canyon and walked north behind and around the visitor center.

Chaparral Mallow (Malancothamunus fasciculatus) 

The interpretive nature trail continued on the cliff along which we were walking. The shrubs there were planted and maintained carefully. Posted signs said that this was part of native plant community restoration efforts. I hope these efforts are successful.

Menzies' Goldenbush (Isocoma menziesii var. menziesii)

Back at the parking lot I found a ticket on the windshield announcing that my Golden Poppy parks Pass wasn't good for Southern California Parks and that I had to pay separately. Attn. NorCal pass holders.

On the way up -Toyon (Heteromeles arbutifolia) 

We made it in good time and decided to go and eat lunch before heading down to the beach. As it turned out it was the lunch stop rather than the hike that caused us to almost miss the low tide. We made it there, though, just as the tide has started rolling back in again, but that's for another blog post.