The Beach Gods

Our youngest guest
 

 I wouldn't want to mess with the beach gods.  The storms that pass through here are violent and rapid.  It is impossible to predict the weather, because as quick as a storm sets in, it could be over.



Marshmellow kisses for Tia Jill

Yesterday morning we went out after a big storm that passed during the night.  We went looking for sea glass, as always.  Tio Pete referred to Eva as the "one woman stripmining machine."

As we walked along, we encountered a sloppy patch of sand. Next thing I know Eva is yelling and cracking up.  I look over and she has sunk into the ground.  So we yank her out, and she comes out shoeless.  Bummer.

So we begin to dig.  We find one chancla right away.  The other is nowhere to be seen.  So we dig.  And dig.  And dig some more.  Dyleva patiently waiting while we frantically remove sand from a seeping hole.  

It has been decided that the princess chancla was an offering to the beach gods in return for beautiful weather..... And they delivered.  
 



Hitting the beach no matter what
 

Hunt for sea glass
 

Working on Fairy book by night