We hiked around a rocky beach over the weekend. The day was overcast but warm, although it's always a tad breezy at the water's edge.
The tide was out, exposing the mud flats.
She looks so lonely, doesn't she? She actually just ran down to the water to rinse the mud off her shoes.
I'm surprised this picture is clear since my hands were shaking, along with my voice, as I shrieked at my husband to "Get her!"
Whew! They made it to the top . . .
and now it's time to roll rocks off the cliff.
There's something about wild grass. I just like it.
I also hold a spot in my heart for driftwood
— or should I say drift trees? —
that years of water and wind have bleached out.
Right as we were climbing back into the car to head home, the sun came out. Still no color, but at least the water is sparkling now.
Dinner last night: pork chops, stuffing, mushroom gravy, steamed broccoli