Here's a view looking out to sea:
My first memories of tidepooling come from here. Before heading out to explore, my mother always reminded us to beware of "barnacle bites." The rocks are slippery, and a fall would often result in scrapes from barnacles. (Decades later, I still hear her warning in my head.)
Today I wandered out and found a few old friends:
Acorn barnacles (Semibalanus balanoides)
Dog whelks (Nucella lapillus) and periwinkles (Littorina littorea)
Forbes' Sea Star (Asterias forbesi)
Around the corner from this rocky point, there's a stretch of sand and cobble. It's mostly cobble at this time of year, but the strong winds were blowing light sand across the stones.
Some low intertidal sand was exposed. We used to find sand dollars here, so I started looking and was happy to spot one nice example:
Common Sand Dollar (Echinarachnius parma)
I made my way back between a low sand dune and a salt marsh, remembering all of the time spent exploring these habitats with family and friends.
Recently, I've been thinking about how times have changed — how many people now spend more time with electronic devices than they do outdoors. While walking the beach in the storm this morning and reflecting on my childhood, I felt very grateful that I grew up thinking more about "barnacle bites" than "megabytes."