"Come on boys, lets head back to the beach."
"Hurrah, a fresh water stream!"
"Washing out that sticky salt never felt so good."
Time to head home to fry up some fish.
Keeping watch
"Step it up honey, there's lots more to see."
"But wait honey, I just might find a heart rock."
" Not another set of stairs to get off the beach!"
"Okay, the stairs were worth the little walk through the rain forest."
Fire weed frames another peek at the ocean.
Sitka spruce trees and Salal shrubbery
lean windswept from the winter storms.
Gnarled roots cling to the cliffs.
Massive logs tangle into imaginary animal shapes.
Dried sea-foam ( microscopic sea organisms)
blankets the gravelly beach.
Wild honeysuckle
Salal berries
Wild Sweet Peas amongst the driftwood.
Time out for lunch and people watching.
They work so hard for seconds of glory.
Tuckered out beach explorers.
It makes my heart so glad that we both enjoy the ocean.
Good re-read during my seaside vacation was "Gifts From The Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. Here is one of her quotes.
"The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient.
One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach -
waiting for a gift from the sea."
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