True's never actually caught a crab, but she keeps trying.
Those anemones spit if you touch them!
This crescent of rock and water is surrounded by a crescent of smooth gray sand. The beach is located in a small inlet in a bay and even when the tide is full the water is smooth and calm and the kids can swim as long as it's warm enough. It must be a marine nursery, because there are tiny shells . . . sand dollars no bigger than your pinkie-nail, thumb-nail sized clams, spiraling shells no longer than the shaved point of your Ticonderoga. The whole inlet is just big enough - five or six acres.
This is a young pirate's paradise. All the kids in our family and extended family know this as Pirate's Cove.
In keeping with the pirate theme, a few years ago Hubby arranged a playdate for the Grands and Great-Nieces and -Nephews. He filled an old chest with pennies and "jewels" and swords and wooden muskets, eye-patches and tricorn hats. He half-buried the chest in a dune and allowed the kids to find it. Some are still convinced to this day they found real treasure. After all the play and swimming and sword-fights and poking around in the rocks, was a barbecue. It was one of the best days ever. But then, any day on the beach is a very good day. And a day in Pirate's Cove with children you love surpasses "very good" by a gazillion nautical miles.
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