It’s a nice way to spend the morning – treasure hunting for the perfectly gnarled, twisty driftwood, while stockpiling the vitamin D (hibernation is just around the corner).
However, I learned you should watch where you’re going, even while walking along the pristine beach. As I came within an inch of trotting on a rotting bird carcass. Damn that indiscriminate ocean! Why can’t it just wash up beautiful things, and leave the rest at sea?
So, my driftwood-seeking eyes started looking where I was going…
…and today became a successful harvest, with lots of oddly shaped bark-less finds, and I can’t wait to show you what I have planned for my loot!
hint: it involves driftwood and lots of skunky smelling glue.