Sadly, I didn’t get to see any of the rocks that gave this beach its name; and in fact we didn’t even really know where we were during our visit. Our intended destination was actually a spot named Schooner Gulch — but we took the wrong trail and wound up on the next beach to the north.

A huge pile of driftwood lay at the foot of the trail, but once we had climbed over that, we found a long sandy beach. The Big Guy explored the slippery boulders at the south end, while I discovered colorful shell fragments, plus a few other eye-catching bits and pieces.

We stayed only for a few short minutes, so I’m hoping to get back to Bowling Ball Beach one day and do some serious exploring.