... And I just love them, aren't they wonderful? The picture really doesn't do them justice. In person not only are they enormous, but their juicy, berry preserves colors are almost unreal! I could probably, very easily, sit and stare at them all day if it were possible, all the while talking to them in an overly animated, high pitch referencing them as "babies!" and looking VERY insane. I can hardly care if my cool blows out the bottom of the image-thermometer in the presence of such delightfully charming critters ... I dare you to not feel the slightest baby-talk urge when you see them. I promise it will be there, and you will have to choke back irritating tones you never knew your voice was capable of!
I didn't come across too many other types of sea life ... life being the key word. There aren't any spectacularly deep tide pools on this stretch of Puget Sound along Redondo Beach, WA. It's just a pretty low-key place, with a subtle strip of sand and rocks, unless of course you're into SCUBA, that's a whole other story apparently. Anyway, when the tide goes out, most of the action is under the piers, clinging to the pilings. Unless your idea of "action" is countless dead crabs that got left behind as the tide rolled out, pieces of jellyfish, and tiny cockles cooking in the shallow water.
It was still nice to see all the people enjoying themselves in the sunshine amidst all of the, uhm, abundant death. That's nature, I suppose, taking the good with the bad, depending on your definition of bad, of course. Even though it's a natural part of life, there was something still slightly macabre about it all. With that in mind I had to swing back by the gang involved in what appeared to be a rather nail-biting game of Twister, on my way toward home.
I find it slightly humorous that on the lowest tide of the year I still managed to drench my pants to the knees in salt water. Though I think those who know me won't be surprised in the least. When it comes to the beach, I believe I will always be like a 5 year old with water to my knees, and somehow always managing to get sand in my hair!
xoxo
