I don’t get to the beach often. When I’m to sojourn in the vicinity, I try to run barefoot along the ocean’s edge every other day. I am somewhat near-sighted, but still try to run without the specs when I can. So I plodded along Playa Conchal maybe six times in the two weeks I was recently there. And on my next-to-last run, thought I had seen gnomes or dwarf-like beach creatures on the way out … but didn’t realize that there REALLY WERE dwarf-like gnome-thingies until the return slog. (The light must have been better.)
“Well,” I thought. “Someone’s been busy.”
At first I saw a couple, then three, a group of four up on a tree’s branches.
Yep … someone had spent many hours and populated a sizable slice of the transition zone where the beach-sand reaches the scrub-forest and dunes.
I’d see nothing for 50 yards, then a whole village of them!
Betty and I went back that afternoon. I saw a lady with a dog I thought I had seen out for a run that morning, but she assured me that she would do no such thing. Betty struck up a conversation with her. An ex-pat, she had a house not too far from where we were staying. And she had a neighbor, Bob.
Local (gringo) resident lady with dogs told Betty that that is what Bob does. Periodically walks the ocean edge piling up rocks. Hoodoo-assemblage. He doesn’t “do” Inuk-type fabrications, just what you see here.
He could be “Bobb”, perhaps “Bawb.” Our last day there I saw a fellow who could have been he. He was drawing a large complex mandala in the sand and a couple companions were watching. I should have either sketched or photographed it. It reminded me of American Indian Sun-wheels. Prayer-wheels. Whatever. The lady companion played hopscotch on it.
I added a few structures, as I should, after all, keep in practice for the inevitable return to InukShux of the high desert.
Some of the hoodoos take a bit of balancing …
And another village out to witness whatever. And the ugly one below (Bob didn’t make that).