Jasper Beach, a half-mile of natural rock beach, is where we found ourselves on this mild, overcast February day. More like spring than winter, I felt the lure of the outdoors, but was thought most of the trails would be mucky as we’re having a sneak peek of mud season.
The waves rumble like distant thunder as the exiting tide drags smooth-worn rocks against each other.
Gidget came along for the stroll, scrambling along the beach with new smells to explore.
The deep layers of rock leading up to the bluff are akin to quicksand, sucking you in as you walk. Our winter-soft bodies got quite a workout.
At just seven pounds, Gidget is light enough to maneuver the landscape much more easily than did we. From a distance, she barked and growled at strangers who dared to share the beach with us. Once she got close enough to be underfoot she turned on the “I’m a cute puppy, you must pet me” routine.
A tidal stream runs along a cliff at the far end of the beach.
Paul traveled the top of the bluffs collecting driftwood along the way.
Winter weary grass clings to the bluff, flattened by snow and wind looking out over Howard’s Cove.
The ocean delivers the rocks right to the edge of gnarled wind-swept trees.
This outing has me longing for true Spring!
