At the Shore

Drove to the beach yesterday hoping to catch sight of shorebirds on their annual migration north. But it was the lowest tide I’ve seen in years, and if there were any shore birds we certainly didn’t get close enough to see any, much less to take pictures.

Instead, we were treated to an even stranger phenomena. A bright, sunny day! At Ocean Shores!

I lived in Aberdeen for nearly a year and fled the constant rain that began to depress me despite the fact that I’ve always loved the Pacific Northwest. Still, there’s nothing better than a sunny day at the beach. It seems strangely appropriate that the biggest draw here now is an Indian Casino.

Despite the sunshine, we didn’t see many people in our five-mile walk, and even those we saw were distant, intent on enjoying their short time on this timeless beach.

I haven’t visited here in nearly a year, and large parts of the beach that used to be covered in grass were now covered by sand. The old road leading out to the point was so covered with sand that the bulldozer driver seemed to be having a hard time rediscovering it.

Strangely comforting
these infinite grains of sand —
once giant boulders.