The growling roar of the ocean at high tide lured me to the beach mid-day. Waves flooded the beach, rolling large tree trunks in their path. Their formidable power transformed the shoreline before my eyes! While the agitated water stirred up a latte-colored foam, it encircled Turtle Rock, and the ocean and Hunter Creek became one. “My beach” — the mile-long stretch of sand I had walked the past 5 months — disappeared.
By evening, the water had scoured and flattened the beach, and receded back into the sea. And the wet sand lay ready to record my footsteps once again.