is revealed when the tide sweeps lower than I've yet seen on our new beach. Thousands of starfish, mussels, oysters, anemone and barnacles cling to moist sand and seaweed waiting for waves to wash over them again. Seagulls and seals sunbathe on giant boulders and great blue heron play leap frog with us as we wind our way along the beach.
Late in the afternoon, after hours in the water on their driftwood raft, the boys build cairns, gather shells and my 11 year old pours through a basket weaving book (picked up in a tiny book store in Coupeville) and starts weaving reeds and grasses he gathered on our property.
I have asked him to show me how next time...
