I took off yesterday afternoon around 3 and drove north to a cliffside beach trail. The tide was low, sun shining, and the plan was to see how far north I could get, going around points that would be impassable at lower tides. Since I gave up competitive running, I’ve been exploring my local world way more thoroughly.
They say with age comes wisdom, but this combo seems to have eluded me. I started sliding down the steep trail wearing light Sanuk sandals and ended up on all 4s on parts of the trail. Also, I had a cut on my foot from a barefoot walk on the beach a few nights earlier, and the beach was mostly sloping with rocks that had to be hopped upon or navigated around.
But it was a glorious day, there were clear tide pools brimming with sea life. I started finding bits of polished abalone shells and filling up my backpack with shoreside treasures. In all my 40 years living here I’d never been this far along the beach — going where I’ve never gone before, nothing more exciting. (Same thing driving down a never-before-travelled road — heaven.)
I always say, you gotta leave something for later…..
I love reading your adventures of beach combing…love that activity and when it's low tide, a heaven for me as well.
The place that you went to is a perfect for unwinding. As a writer/photographer, I want a place which has the great beauty of nature, like in Whitsundays. I've learned the basic lessons about underwater photography when we had a diving activity at Great Barrier Reef. You know, the beauty of underwater is truly elusive. If you're a newbie about diving, you'll be amazed by this experience.