Sally Lightfoot danced delicately across the rock, her garish red, blue and yellow garb sparkling in the early morning sun. But even her sidling tip-toed step was not quiet enough to escape the attention of a snoozing bull California sea lion. He and his harem and offspring were draped on every rock at Los Islotes, their bodies molded into irregular lithic surfaces that seemed to be contoured for each individually.Sally's relatives added a colorful splash to shaded crevasses. Her ancestors were probably the same that frustrated Steinbeck and Ricketts in their pursuit of invertebrate specimens in the Gulf and prompted them to conclude that this species of crab were clever mind-readers. Today in our fleet of Zodiacs we were surrounded by their world.