Yesterday Ruby and Theo used their remote selfie stick to take a couple pictures, then email the pictures to their favorite uncle in Texas, with the explanatory text saying...
Fighting the Tide, Harstine Island Style.
It appears that the Harstine Island beach sand is a bit more coarse than the sand Ruby and Theo fought the tide with way back in August of 2017, when we built a massive sand castle fort at Birch Bay.
Since that last time I built sand castles with Ruby and Theo, with some help from big brother, David, the Tacoma Trio has had some professional sand castle construction training at an institution dedicated to that type training at a location on the Pacific Ocean near San Diego.
A closer look at Ruby and Theo's miniature sand castle fort, holding some sort of barrier in a likely futile attempt to thwart the incoming tide.
In about six months I should be up north, where the islands are real, and no one goes floating on inner tubes in polluted river water whilst drinking beer and listening to loud music at an imaginary pavilion on an imaginary island.
We are currently booked to stay at the same location at Birch Bay we stayed at the last time. The tides during that upcoming stay's time frame are going to be low, meaning there will be a lot of sand to work with.
And, if there are no clouds above, that sand should be heated up enough to warm the incoming tide to the temperature of lukewarm bath water.
I am looking forward to having a mighty fine time up in the Pacific Northwest version of modern America...
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