These Northwest beaches are nothing like the ones I knew when I was young. My family would drive down down down the mountains to scorch our feet on the blistering hot sand and frolic in the frothy waves.
Here there are more rocks than sand and the water is cold enough to freeze the breath inside you. Even so, the sea is seductive and I am very happy to don windbreaker and rubber boots for a walk on the beach.
G and I did lots of beach walking this weekend. We drove just far enough up the west coast to lose cell coverage and feel distant from the every day. The shapes of the trees suggest that a bracing wind is the norm here.
But we escaped the worst of it by sitting right down on the rocky beach.
The waves blow in then roll the rocks around on the inhale. My favorite beach sound.
This big guy flapped past, harried by some seagulls. Was he stalking their nest? Stealing their fish? We stalked him back -- through three perches until the light and angles were right for portraiture.
A rope swing on the beach. Oh yes! It was an erratic ride between the bouncy tree branch and all that wind, but no one smashed into the tree trunk so it was fun.
Finally a cozy retreat. Rustic but comfortable. Close enough to the water for the waves to flood our dreams.