As I relaxed on the blanket, the crisp March breeze was cold enough to breach my thin t-shirt, but the comforting touch of the afternoon sun was sufficient to stop my chattering teeth. I observed a group of young people playing a game of soccer and wondered to myself if I would like to play soccer on the beach sometime. The tide was low, which meant that our impromtu beach adventure was not in vain. I was not allowed to my thoughts for long, as the calls from my boys summoned me to exploration. “To the tide pools!” Their voices faded as they raced away across the warm sand.
With little Pepper on Dave’s shoulders, we gallivanted off towards the rocky part of the shoreline in the distance. Of course, these beaches are a major tourist attraction. Hundreds of people visit these tide pools weekly, if not daily. But somehow, when we’re there, we always happen to get them to ourselves. And then, they become ours...our own special place. Uncharted nature. In the almost two years that we’ve lived in San Diego, we’ve scouted amongst these rocky “hot tubs” (as our 4 year old, Pepper, calls them) dozens of times. They are our happy place, our family bonds together amongst the warm pools and jagged rocks as we probe for crustaceans and sparkling treasures.I caught sight of these little arms (above)snaking out from under a rock, tentacles perhaps? I called to Jared, our 9 year old aspiring oceanographer son, and he raced over. As young boys are sometimes prone to do, he ignored my plea to not disturb the creature and tried to pry the little guy from beneath the rock. But when one feathery tentacle wrapped around his little finger, he startled and the tentacle broke off. He flung it in my direction in an attempt to remove it from his finger and I screamed! At this point I can only hope that octupus tentacles are made like lizard tails and are meant to detach in an emergency, where one will grow back eventually. *crossing my fingers*As the sun fell low in the sky, we made our way back to our blanket near the pier. I took a lot longer than the rest of the crew, because, wow, that sunset was absolutely magnificent. With each moment as it sank into the water, it morphed into something different, each minute becoming more awe-inspiring than the last. Can you spot the whales breaching on the horizon? It’s migration season! I cherish these times with our little ones, because Dave and I both sense that they will be grown before we know it.
Thank you for reading! We will be posting a “Day In the Life” once a week to give you a glimpse into us. Have a great weekend!