The tide was low so Bill wanted to go back to the beach to see if he could get to the place where he sprinkled Paul's ashes. I thought it would be good to take a hike so I talked him in to walking there, even though the sun was starting to go down. We took the path by the lagoon that leads to the beach. Half way down the path we cut up and over the hill then climbed down a fairly treacherous hill covered with pickle grass (a succulent that's green and orange which is a ground cover that flowers pink and yellow.) We finally got to a beach that was separated from the main beach by large rocks. Bill was anxious to keep moving because the sun was making long shadows with the rocks. So we climbed up over more rocks at the south end of the beach and got to a place where there was a deep cavern that dropped down to the water. The rocks in this area made the waves huge and they crashed sending spouts up into the air. Bill said that this is where he put Paul's ashes. So he sat down and I stood there and thought about Paul. I thought about turning Paul on to REsearch Magazine, because Bill said it was nearly impossible to tell Paul about something strange that he hadn't already heard. The sun light was orange flooding through a hole in the rock wall and across the flat ocean. The sky was white with fog floating down for the evening. Plumes of water spouted off rocks by the distant cliff. All backlit orange. It was another picture I had seen a hundred times before. But this wasn't about the picture, it was about a dramatic and beautiful resting place for Paul's spirit. I left Bill there with his thoughts and walked back toward home along the beach. Since the tide was low I climbed over the rocky embankments on the beach, much easier than trudging through the pickle grass again. I found the path that leads along the lagoon. The sky in the east was low with dark gray fog. Three white pelicans were sitting at the top of a eucalyptus tree.