
We spent a week at the ocean during the record-breaking heat wave in the Puget Sound area. It was a mild 85 degrees for the high during mid day. The sand burned the bottoms of my bare feet, and the sun burned the tops of them. Here's a photo of all of us on that hottest day.
The boys and I dug a pit at the top edge of the surf and tried fruitlessly to drain the water out of it. We built sand towers to protect our pit from the waves, then decorated them with discarded shells from molting crabs.
The boys body-surfed in the cold waves, then needed to warm up quickly. I buried them in the hot sand.
At a remote beach that doesn't allow motorists, we found more sand dollars than we could carry. The last time I remember finding sand dollars like this was about fifty years ago.

On our last day at the beach we dug a pit that could stop a 4X4. We decorated it with a dragon, to entice some wild sandcastle-smashing vandals into the trap. We'll never know what happened to that dragon (or the pit behind it).


















