"The air is pungent with the sharp odour of salt sea and it shimmers with sound: the rush of the wind, the crying of the seabirds and, above all, the throbbing, pounding, everlasting roar of the surf.....". D. Pitt-Brooke
Just musing about our last adventure...the contrasts between our land and sea worlds...the calmness of those tiny islands and the roar of the never ending surf farther away.....the sweep of the kayak paddle.....the taste of the salt air.....the feel of the sand and shells beneath our hiking feet..... DSD
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Hiking down beaches. I've done that alomst every year of my adult life.
In September of 05 we were hiking along Long Beach in Pacific Rim National Park in Canada. It was our first trip there up from Seattle. We found a summit stone when we stopped by some large driftwood logs way up near the trees. This was near the Schooner Trailhead. At first we thought that this must have drifted in on a winter tide or something. But it was put under a rock up on the log and the adventure muse was not watermarked.
Your gift has travelled with us in our car now on several other hiking trips. It reads well and helps pass the time while driving. The stone sits on our dash and catches the sun.
Thanks so much.
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