I set out in my little kayak heading for the ocean (about 5 miles), and it moved along surprisingly well, not being a super slick expensive ocean kayak. The wind was blowing a little. A beautiful place, this estero with with multiple nooks and crannies and inlets, birds and seals. As I got maybe half way out to the ocean, the wind started to pick up -- it would be blowing against me on the way back -- so for once I did the mature thing and turned back. I'll do it again when the weather is calmer and make it all the way out.
When I got back in, I went up to the oyster company to get some oysters for dinner and started talking to Ginny Lundy, the manager, about the tragedy of the Park Service and the group of uber environmentalists shutting down this fine operation. I said to her, here you are producing organic healthy local food with no chemicals, no pesticides, no feeding and actually improving the purity of the water… so that it can be returned to a “wilderness” -- which it never was in the first place (the California Indians managed the land before the Europeans showed up -- sowing, tilling, pruning, weeding, burning, selective harvesting*). So when the oyster farm is gone, city people will be able to burn nonrenewable fossil fuels and drive out to observe the "wilderness."
*See Tending the Wild by M. Kat Anderson, about "Native American Knowledge and the Management of California's Natural Resources." You can order it from Larner Seeds here, cheaper than Amazon.