I’m in love. It’s no secret the Pacific Northwest is spectacular and I don’t discount her beauty. I love her alright. Yesterday, was exceptional and lazily lovely. Until, there was the suggestion of going to a park by the water. Fine by me but, the amount of people crammed into the closest one, made me claustrophobic before I even got out of the car. No thanks.
So, those of you that know the South sound even just a little, know it gets a little quieter the further you go. And, that’s what we did. Right across the Narrows Bridge to a pretty place, called Fox Island.
And, it was totally awesome. We explored and went from beach to beach, gathering shells and rocks and things.
In one spot, there were three children, in swimming suits, out on the spit splashing in the water and examining sea creatures. Down from one of the houses along the water, in the cove. What a way to grow up. It reminded me of when I was young. We were always on the water. Those were some of my greatest memories.
At one point we realized that there must have been thousands upon thousands of living purple sand dollars all along the strip of beach we walked. And, the slimey shoreline and its sea anemones, kept shooting water up as we watched down to the water.
We would lift up the big rocks to find 50 tiny crabs, shocked to see the sunshine, and scatter. Jack, my son, would pick up one every time and plunk him into the giant clam shell he found, like a little jail. Until, he willfully let them go back into the ocean in sets, in case they were family…of course.
We started a bit later in the day. But, stretched out the time until dusk. And, made the most of the toll bridge fee.
What a day. We are going to make that a regular occurrence so, I can avoid the crowds and enjoy the sun…