IOP bombing notes | Part Two

Every day, whether the weather is sunny, calm or gray, my mother and I went to the beach to find out the gifts she gives to us. We both love to collect shells, a hobby that started with oma (her mother) and continued. When we cleaned the attic after the death of OMA and OPA, there were about ten buckets of five gallons filled with shells. At that time, we had a lot to screen, so I took some and threw the rest away. I wish you had more carefully, while keeping some of the best OES, and of course any olive. But I’m sure I can fill ten buckets with my Shell collection now and add to it every year.

If you want to know what I do with the shells that I find, here are some posts …

Decorate with garden shells

Decorate with shells at home

If you miss the days from one to three of my IOP bombing notes, you can find this post here. Now, we are on the fourth day …

Fourth day

The tide was low at the back, so we developed a plan to start the bombing at about 10:00. Well, I was awake and ready to go around 7:30, so I decided to start to find out what the storm left. My mother accused me of cheating, but I reminded her that the ocean is open to work at any time for those who are ready. I walked from our current house in the direction of our favorite bombing area. I found some of the things I took and there was no doubt more shells than the first day, but I did not find anything very exciting. A couple walked in the past and the man was carrying large shells. He raised them in my direction with a cheerful smile, “We have found some great!” I felt the same illogical panic that I do when I shop for antiques. They hit me on all good things and now I will not find anything good. The fact that the other contestants found that Big Wheelks was actually a good sign. I was hoping that the tide will reveal the retreating more as it reached the top of the beach.

It was interesting to note how the beach changed along my path and how this affected the type of shells that were deposited and where it ended. Sometimes, small shells in large piles were overwhelming. Then, there will be an extension where there was barely something. I have found many large Whelks (those with holes) and what to cut, one by one, along about twenty yards. Then I will find three or four olive shells, all of which are in bush from each other. It was a good reminder that you needed to cover a lot of the ground to find good spots.

I was about half a mile from the point of access to the usual beach, and I decided to contact my mother to find out if she wanted to lead down and meet me when you reach the beach or whether I should turn and walk home. Given from my initiative and my success, I chose to join me and we had a remarkable day. The bombing was good at a distance of 1.7 miles to our favorite area, but it was better to reach this fashionable extension. Whels was washing almost faster than my mom and I could get it out of the water. I tried to rush for a big woe, my mother was going screaming, “This is mine! It is too late, we were somewhat childish but in the seventies of her life, so she has no excuse.

While I was activating an area where a group of large shells was collected, I found a surprise. That Gnarny Whelk, wrapped in all kinds of things, found me again! I offered my mother, laughed, and encouraged me to keep her. “He wants to be with you. You must keep it.” It was unusual to find the same dandruff two days after throwing it back to the ocean, so I decided to keep it. I think my mother wanted me to keep her, so she sinks my chance to win the Shell Group competition. I only have a 2 % chance to win and want to drop to about half a percent, so she feels safer.

In addition to the abundance of newly deposited shells, there were those widespread on the beach in the high tide cover line. It was difficult to know where to look because there are great shells in every direction. We have found cute and sound spices, huge olives, and many types of shells that we want to collect. It was one of our best bombing days ever. Our bags were exploding and felt satisfied with our journey.

In my enthusiasm, I had walked four miles away, and the comfortable sandals began to rub a pimp on each foot after they wet. I would have said it was worth it, but the pimples were literally pain and took my beach barefoot. But what was done.

Fifth day

My revolutions were a problem that must be treated before we went out to search for shells. My mom said I was trying to have sympathy for an obstacle in the competition. If I hope my mother feels pity for me on my feet in the swimming pool, I am wrong. I went with me to the store to buy some water -resistant Bandaids and antibiotic ointment to rid the pain, so I assume this is important for something. I tried in some rubber rain shoes, which would allow me to wander in the water, but I decided to get some sports shoes in the scheme because they were more composed and comfortable on the pimples.

Let me tell you, I hate to wear shoes on the beach. I hate that. I love the feeling of sand under my feet and flexibility to go to the water. But I was on the beach, looking for shells, and this makes me always happy. Shoes or no shoes. I did it well, dancing with the upcoming waves, and escape from it to take the olive shell quickly in the waves. I finally encountered a challenge. The break in the tidal gathering was a depth of about 8 ideal olive shells, located together. I could not get it without getting wet my feet completely. I monitored some of the people close to naked feet and thought about their request to help, but I didn’t want to be this type of people! I did not leave these shells. I asked my mother to watch them and went to the beach to find a long stick. The sticks on the beach are rare, but there is a group of dried reeds that washed with a high tide. It was not like a stick, but I thought it might work. The first stick was very short, so I got longer and slowly expelled the shells to a place I could reach. A noble man from the group close to people has seen my struggle and called it, “Can I get something for you?”

Not all heroes wear heads. He wears some water -resistant sandals, not socks.

He brought olive shells and another monitor. I saw the outlines of the big WHELK paid and asked if it would get it too. It is the biggest woe we have found so far. “It contains a hole in it, so you are not sure if you want it …” Oh, I want it. “

(Can you discover partially dried olive shell?)

I found about 25 oils and a group of smaller feet in the tidal baths that slowed the drying with the exit of the tide. The shelling in shoes was a little bound, but it was not very bad.

Later that day, my brother heard about my bull’s bull and shown some compound stains. He carried them in his bag after getting blisters when walking a few years ago and ended up to be a great thing in a travel bag. I hung them and now I have a non -water -resistant protection, I can wear it in the sand. It will be barefoot tomorrow …

The sixth day

I felt overwhelmed to be able to kick my sandal as soon as we got to the beach. It was one of the most warmer days we went through, so she put up to the swimming shirt and angry dress. With a bare foot suit, I will be able to go into the ocean at the low tide to bring WHELKS or o olive seizure in the waves. I benefited from this and found some gentle and great joy when I fought my knee. We did not find the abundance of the shells that we did in the previous two days, but it was still a good day. My sister joined us and found a couple of pleasant joy. We also found olives, sand dollar, lady ears, radiation, and a set of smaller news.

I found a variety of chance that I did not find on this beach before. I had to look at it! It is called a high tonna shell (or a giant ton). He had a hole, but I still took him because it was a unique discovery. I have learned that it is a deep sea snail, and since the crust is somewhat sensitive, it usually does not wash on the beach. At our beach house, there is a basket that the owners left, asking the guests to leave a galaxy collected during their stay. I decided to leave this crust because it is a rare discovery.

While I was wandering in the waves, I realized that my country’s pads were peeling. I was hoping that this was not a problem, but when I got home, I saw that the painting had been peeling to the point that it opened the largest and most painful peeler. This oil is very deep, you can see practically in my soul. Therefore, he returned to bombing in shoes the next day.

Today 7 – 9

I have made the past few days of bombing together because my diary was monotonous. It has been a substitute between wearing shoes, which were drilling, and putting a sticky sticker on the pelvis so that I can go into the water. The eighth day, Saturday, was the most important day of our stay. He was sticky and today called for going into and swimming, so I decided to go to the full beach and deal with any consequences. I am very happy because I did that because Sunday was stormy, then raining, then a window, so it was the last day of the bombing.

In addition to drilling some gentle WHELKS from the waves, I found the largest olive shell I saw ever. Calvin said it seemed to be in my hand, but I did not. This is actually how great it is!

Knowing that it is likely that our last day is outside the bombing, it was a great transmission from IOP.

Most shells were on that particular day in the tide, so it was good to wear shoes. My poor mother saw me in the waves, referring to possible goals to explore. He wanted only a lot on the beach to explore, which is not used to this beach.

The atmosphere was stormy but not on Sunday morning, and because it was our last day, I decided to walk on the beach in the morning despite the wind and the fact that it was the height of the tide. She was beautiful in her own way. I was walking alone because my mother still remembers the sting from the sand from the day we were exposed to the wind and detonated it with parts of the coincidence. It was not bad, though. The sands were slim, and although it was highly tidal, there are some shells that could be found.

While my mother and I organize our beach days around bombing and seizing the balcony floor through our drying groups, the real highlight is the time we spent with the extended family. At one point, we had 23 people and it was a loud handful. We played rummy, spoons, bananaagrams, chess, and mararique. We drew and face together. We played machines and had a singing night. Family stories told us and ate the country’s low cooking specialties. Everything was a beach house full of family during the spring vacation should be.

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