Today at a dog park on the west side, where I brought Walt and Daisy to work off some of their bewilderment, a young man told me that when he went sailing with friends off the Malibu coast yesterday, far from shore, they saw bees, many thousands of them, randomly flying and dropping into the sea.

Here's the last shot I took of Malibu on Friday. The only time PCH ever looks like this is during a major disaster.