Yesterday we went to Salt Creek Park for the low tide. It's really true: what was under the sea emerges. (Remember how it looked at high tide on May 25th?)
We spent the morning trying to keep our balance on slippery seaweed (or failing: PH fell in at one point) and seeing chitons, barnacles, giant anemones, the biggest purple starfish you ever imagined, crabs, urchins, molluscs, and more.
When our legs were tired of nearly falling and hands enough cut by grabbing barnacled rocks to save ourselves, we drove around and approached the presently stranded island and the rocks of the Point from across the sand.
We came home, got dry, and went up Hurricane Ridge. Lots of wildflowers on the Hurricane Hill Trail. Heavenly.
The tidepool book and flower books for proper IDs, and the rest of yesterday's images, are locked up in a room with a sleeping houseguest. More later.
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