A view of the Seattle skyline and Blake Island from the boat launch.
This photo shows how low the tide was when I first arrived at the boat launch. By the time we got back at 8 pm, the water was probably 15-20 feet deep at the end of the pier.
My brother (the once-aspiring-marine-biologist-turned-dentist) combing the unusually low waters off of the dock. He found many large rock and spider crabs that drew in a local crowd and helped to pass the time.
Lia sitting in her "log chair" working on her multi-hour sand project! Very important business.
The above photos display the funniest thing that happened all day! My 2-year old nephew, Riley, found a cozy place to settle into during low tide: the muck at the edge of the water. Seeing as though it was two hours past his nap time, he laid down there and splashed in the stream that was flowing under him for quite some time before actually FALLING ASLEEP! I kid you not! The poor, little thing. However, things really got funny when the water line slowly started approaching him as the tide was rising. He actually managed to sleep through the salt water coming and going under his face for several minutes before my brother picked him up and moved him to higher and drier ground. Oh, to have the sleeping abilities of a two-year old again!