"Frank Wright Memorial Dive" // Had a delightful dip yesterday with @boojitom and @plongcrml at North Monastery. Cold water, clear and soothing. Sunlight, kelp, anchovies—a great dive. I recently moved to a new house, committing to the roots that have been growing in Pacific Grove since I moved Peninsula-side side from years in Slug-mode across the Bay. My dad's parents actually met over at Fort Ord, a place I can now see from my kitchen, which is a mile or so from where one quarter each of my genetics settled in to a life that would ultimately produce half of mine. I never knew any of that when I was fixated on a career as a "marine biologist @montereybayaquarium." But maybe it makes sense for why this place feels like home—some epigenetic tomfoolery making sure its chromosomal descendants would continue to enjoy the Monterey Cypress, tranquil fog-banks and cold salty air and seas that make this place so special to so many. If I were genes, I'd try to keep me here. And it's in this place that Steinbeck and Ricketts cultured each other's philosophies, one leading to Nobel acclaim and the other laying the groundwork of modern ecological conservation. I learned of these things once working at the Aquarium, hearing from the older generations brimming with the wisdom of the infinite tides they saw rise and fall before them, the passage of time one continuous story from which to glean insight and amusement and perspective on what living is, and how to share it. Tonight, the last of the gentleman's club that took Ed Rickett's Lab into their hands and into posterity is passing from the tidepool to the stars. Frank Wright is one hell of a human. His adventures are legendary, his mind the sharpest in the room his whole life, and his kindness limitless. Perhaps Frank and my grandparents met back in the day. And if they did, I'm sure they got along. Because Frank is a generous and kind soul, a model they don't make anymore. Enjoy your reunion with Ed, Frank. We're already back at the Lab with you both, waiting for our own time to beak through. #beyondpacifictides#pblife#godspeedandbeermilkshakes
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With a population af about 2.2 million, Guayaquil is a port city in Ecuador, known as a gateway to Pacific beaches and the Galapagos Islands. Stretching along the Guayas River is the waterfront Simón Bolívar promenade, home to La Rotonda monument. In the north, Las Peñas is a neighborhood full of colorful houses. Stairs lined with cafes and art galleries lead up Santa Ana Hill, site of Santa Ana chapel, a lighthouse and views of the city.
From Lonely Planet: Guayaquil is not only the beating commercial heart of Ecuador but is a vibrant sprawling city growing ever more confident. A half-dozen or more high-rises give it a big-city profile and several hillsides are engulfed by shantytowns, but it’s the Río Guayas’ malecón (the city’s riverfront town square–cum-eatery-cum-playground) that defines the city’s identity.
The picturesque barrio of Las Peñas, which perches over the river, anchors the city both geographically and historically, while the principal downtown thoroughfare Avenida 9 de Octubre funnels office workers, residents and shoppers into one hybrid stream. Amid revitalized squares, parks and massive urban-renewal projects, the city has a growing theater, film and arts scene and lively bars, fuelled in part by several large universities.
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