We flipped over a rock on the beach. Nothing. What about this one? Nope. Would we find one under this? Finally, a tiny green crab. We looked at him for a bit, marveling at his little pincers flailing helplessly in the air. Then, “Mama, let’s look for beach glass!” And we were off.
Earlier this year, as orcas approached Point Robinson, my 4-year-old son and his friends ran to the waterline waving their arms and shouting, “We love you whales! Come closer! We love you!” And the whales did keep coming until they were 20 feet from shore. We could hear them breathe and see the water slide off black and white skin as they surfaced. The boys went wild.
