There is no break.
It is untamable.
It is immense.
The waves are predictable.
The tides are predictable.
It is soothing.
The ocean is powerful.
It brings blessings.
And it's also deadly.
One is sobered by seeing the tsunami escape routes signs and remembering that if there is an earthquake, we might not have enough time to make it to 150+ feet above sea level...
It is good to be humbled. Three days without showers or mirrors. Three days surrounded by beauty. Time to ponder how big God is and not to think about oneself much at all.
Time to recreate.
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| We came prepared for rain, although thankfully it barely sprinkled. |
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| Making pancakes on the new camp stove while Anne painted. |
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| Pretending to clean the litter boxes and "throwing poopoos into the ocean" |
Solo walk along the beach. Lots of interesting features on the rocks and sand, the cliff, and offshore...
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| Crab shells by the hundreds and thousands |
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| See the bald eagle in the tree? |
Little walk on the nature trail by the campground...
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| Lots of "Daddy, can you spin me? Let's do games!" |
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| Western blue jay |
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| More painting at the beach |
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| My once-a-vacation painting experience of... |
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| ...this. |
