See the tracks in the sand - sort of like a car tire would make - that start in the water and come up to the beach and then go back down? The tracks are on the left hand side of the picture (in the sand) and cross each other like an X?
Turtle tracks. A lady turtle dragged her tired, heavily-pregnant self up out of the water, dug her deep nest (one flipper scoop of sand after another), laid her multiple dozens of eggs, covered her nest with sand (one flipper scoop of sand after another), and then dragged her exhausted-but-no-longer-pregnant self back into the ocean. Right outside my parents' condo.
We went down to the beach yesterday.
There were shells:
There were birds:
A great blue heron.
A brown pelican.
There are waves:
And there are rocks in the surf:
Which would require surf adventurers to wear special protective footwear:
The green-toed Vibram Five Fingered feet, above, would belong to my father. Which means that my father has now succumbed to the Cyberbones Peer Pressure. Although - full disclosure - I do have to tell you that he is having a terrible time with them because they are giving him wicked blisters on his heels. But at low tide, there are serious rocks sticking up out of the water:
So feet must be prepared.
But it's okay! We try to go down to the ocean at low tide, because...
So you have to be careful! Those things have claws!
Know why else you should be careful in the water? Things even MORE dangerous than CRABS are out there. Lurking in the water, ready to strike at any moment...
SHARKS. See the scary dorsal fin sticking up out of the water? Telltale sign it's a shark.
And it's not just ANY shark. Oh no! It's actually a...
(I know... I know... *GROAN* right?)
But it's okay. No grandfathers were harmed in the making of this blog post!
When we'd been in the water long enough, we climbed the boardwalk back up to the condo:
And continued on with our day.
My poor husband. He's missing it all.
Away in the middle of nowhere, training for something or other. But - if Daddy doesn't work, we do not eat. Right? So the children and I are here, and he is not.
Love you, Honey! Thank you for being such a hard worker. And when you DO get back here sometime, be careful. The man-eating-shark is hungry. It strikes when you least expect it. You've been warned.