She loves to walk the shoreline and search for treasures just as much as I do. No way that I was going to go without her...
A bonus, in my opinion, was the thick fog. I think it is absolutely beautiful...
Call me weird, but I even like the way it feels. The dampness and the ever so tiny drops of mist that swirl around and cling to everything...
Dan was home on days off, so he and the biggest boys planted themselves at the beginning of the beach with their fishing poles...
...and the girls, Tristan, and I set off to follow the water's edge to see if we could get all the way to the lighthouse this time.
The beach had changed since our last visit and there was a big creek slicing through the sand and spilling itself into the Gulf of Mexico...
We waded across the dark brown water and kept walking...
...until once again, we came to a dead end. A big snarl of tangled tree roots had the path blocked, just like last time, and we were forced to stop short of the lighthouse.
We poked around for a while, marveling at the different trees and shapes...
...this one looked like Kokopelli...
...and this one-such skinny little roots for such a big tall tree...
...some kind of sea plant trying to grow out of a conch shell...
No lighthouse, no fish, no problem :). We didn't mind...the best part was just being there together.
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