I'm exhausted! After getting up far, far too early to catch the super-low tide this morning, I went out cycling with Robb this afternoon. And then we did our civic duty, and voted in local elections. (This wasn't tiring at all. I love our local polling place, it has the best dinosaur carpet you've ever seen!)
Robb is fast asleep on the couch, and it is just after 8pm. I'm going to make him go to to bed, and then join him.
Most of the tide-pool photos will have to wait for another day. For those of you who can't image what tide-pooling is all about, here's a photo of what the ocean reveals when the tide goes way out. A sea anemone closes up around the mussel it was eating, and waits for the water to come back. This particular seaweed was the most prevalent on the rocks, but there were many varieties of seaweed, some of which was very very (scarily) slippery. Also slippery are exposed anemones. It is virtually impossible to avoid walking on them, and when taking photos, it is quite difficult to not put your knee of hand on some living creature. I keep telling myself that the force of my footsteps is less than that of the crashing waves of the Pacific Ocean.
However, if you were to have been following me out on the rocks, you would have heard me apologizing to the creatures I may have been stepping on. I tend to apologize in advance of doing any actual harm.
Sheri took the photos of me. She and I stayed a little too long out on the rocks, and actually had a bit of an adventure, coming back in. We were watching the ocean-side of the water, without realizing that the water was filling in around us, on the shore-side. When we caught on to the fact that we were getting cut off from the shore, we hurried back inland. But in some areas, the water had become so deep that it was above the level of our boots. Even after dumping out our boots, and wringing out our socks, the walk back to the car was a very sonic one, with all sorts of squishes and squelches and lots and lots of laughter.