Ripples and waves

We’re currently camping among the trees in the coastal fringe behind Miracle Beach. Isn’t that some name, Miracle Beach? One minor miracle so far? Mostly sunny skies and very little rain! That hasn’t always been the case, as expected late summer/early fall in this little corner of the Pacific Northwest. Earlier, before Miracle Beach:

Miracle Beach is located on a shallow bay, so low tide reveals miles of sand, but when it turns, farewell to the sandy beach, and make a quick retreat to the rocks. You can walk out on a high tide quite some distance with the water only knee high.

The view across the strait is wondrous, miraculous even – coastal mountains stretching each way into the distance, north and south, capped by low clouds.

We saw a heron patiently stalking in the shallows and the hunting was good. We were too far away to spot the prey – perhaps small scuttling crabs along with a few fish? We’d seen both earlier.

We enjoyed watching the tide ebb and flow, the scene one of constant change – ripples and waves on the water and on the sand.

One afternoon the sky was a series of perfect blues, from dark to light, high to low over the distant mountains.

Miracle Beach? We thought so, with all that space, light, blues, greens, ripples and waves!

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!