Two Saturdays ago we packed the car and headed for the Juan de Fuca. It was a day of summer in the middle of January; heat in the air, surfers out in mass, tents and campfires, children and dogs frolicking through sand and rock and water.
It was perfect.
Scouring the beach for firewood, reading in the sand, cooking dinner on the fire, watching the sun fade on the water, huddling under a big dark sky with two lovely friends (well, with Scout, three), and letting the movement of the water and the sky lull us to life.
So much beauty.
It was perfect.
Scouring the beach for firewood, reading in the sand, cooking dinner on the fire, watching the sun fade on the water, huddling under a big dark sky with two lovely friends (well, with Scout, three), and letting the movement of the water and the sky lull us to life.
So much beauty.