Yesterday we went to the beach that we can walk to from our new rental house, and it is the rockiest beach I have ever been to. It was almost completely high tide; completely high tide meaning the bottom few steps that lead down to the beach being underwater at all times. Those bottom few steps are made out of solid concrete, yet they are eroded so much that it seems like they were meant to be some kind of crude ramp.
We walked down the stretch of rocks and sand that was above water for a little ways, until we got to this rock formation that was right on the brink of the waves. Mom sat on a slightly chair-shaped rock that was more away from the water and read her book. Ruth and I went to play on the semi-underwater rocks.
We had a great time, collecting interesting rocks, shells, bones, skeletons,and seaweed, storing them up on a tall rock that was sort-of an island. We also explored the tide pools that were just forming, by that I mean that if you wade quickly out and climb up on one of them with the correct timing, you might make it without getting knocked off your feet by an oncoming wave.
Our favorite tide pool rock was this very pretty one that was almost always a few inches underwater, and whenever a wave came, it would get covered by an extra layer of foam, which tickles your feet. All in all I'm exited that there is such an entertaining beach that we can walk to from or rental house, because I am still looking for things to do over here.
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