These sea birds were all clustered in one area where a stream washed into the ocean. They were all certainly happy that breakfast was being served. I wondered what was on the menu Saturday morning.
The train travels right along the beach through the towns of Solana Beach, Oceanside, San Clemente. This is the San Clemente Pier. Students of Twentieth Century American history will recall that Richard Nixon's Western White House was in San Clemente. That was the place where he retired to spend the last years of his life. I think he chose a very beautiful spot. I once saw photographs of his San Clemente home. The style, as you would expect here, was Old California Spanish--lots of white walls, terra cotta roofs and steps, bright colored tiles. As the train rumbled through town, I wondered if Nixon ever walked along the pier at sunset.
The tracks move inland after leaving San Clemente, traveling through the lovely town of San Juan Capistrano. The mission is not visible from the train, but there were little shops and restaurants with surrounding gardens all along the station.
Then I walked out to the front into the warm November California sun and turned around to look at the landmark clock tower.