Pacific Beach, 2

July, 2018

I woke to the sound of ocean waves outside my open window.  In fact, I’d gone to sleep with the sound of the ocean too.  The ocean never stops.

Somewhere I was, long ago and far away, I’ve forgotten where it was or when, but somewhere I was and there were some folks closeby enough that I could overhear their conversation.  At one point one of them said, “so does the ocean get quiet at night?”

I guess if you’re from North Dakota or some other landlocked place and you’ve never seen the ocean, then I suppose that might be a logical question.  But it sure sounded funny to me.  I just smiled quietly and didn’t interfere.

Last night, all night long, in my little trailer, I kept dreaming about the ocean and the waves.  I wonder how much of those dreams were really dreams or that I was listening to the ocean even in my sleep, or both.  It was very restful!

A gorgeous morning!

I walked the beach in the morning and then again in the afternoon for quite awhile each time, mostly just walking and wondering and wandering, but I also took the camera and got a few snapshots to share with you.  (There will be more coming.)

To be honest, I was having long chats with God.  She listened, but she didn’t say much.  I was very much aware that I was giving her a piece of my mind.  When I do that, she waits patiently.  A very good friend of mine was recently diagnosed with his second round of a seriously significant medical condition.  So the ocean seemed a good place for me to be.  The ocean is the closest thing to infinity that I can experience.  So I walked and I talked, and there were no answers except love which is an amazing answer all by itself.

The kites were great fun.  Some were attached to poles that were stuck in the ground so they would fly all day unattended.

But the beach … oh the beach was beautiful!  So many art shots and so little time! 🙂

I started noticing these little sand hills with one hole in the top of each one.  They were about 1/2″ high and anywhere from 2″ to 5″ in diameter.  I supposed they were clams or other such marine life.  A very knowledgeable (and older) friend of mine says they are “alien blowholes” … wow, how cool is that?!

As I walked further away from dry land and closer to the ocean, the tiny hills and holes became more prevalent.

Bazillions and trillions of them.  And each one has an alien under it?  I wonder what planet the aliens are from.  Are they really tiny little aliens?  Do they come out at night?  When the ocean gets quiet?  Something about this sounds a little fishy, doesn’t it?

The photo above is the view looking back at the campground from out on the beach.

I turned to the south and took the photo above, looking down the Washington coast.

And then I turned to the north and took the photo above.  Yes, the tide was WAAAYYY out.

Sandcastles and other art.

This was the very best sandcastle on the beach all week.  A double moat system!  Two rows of outer walls.  Clam shell doors guarded the main castle, there was a feather in every turret, there were several watch towers, a sturdy central castle, and one little pink crab shell on top of the main central castle building.  The tide would come in soon enough and wash this away, but until then, it was the best!

If I ever become Queen, I will proclaim … “a feather in every turret!”  🙂