Another high tide this morning - 5.7 feet above sea level - and here are the Cove, we're cut off.

Head south and the bluff butts out, sea swirls through a spill of big rocks. To the north, it's an obstacle course, first the creek, then a channel, then (again) the bluff.

The sand's all soft and squishy, wears out the dogs, makes a ffft-ing sound with each receding wave. Just enough surf to get that sweet ocean scent into the air, that salty tang that makes you wonder what on earth is worth leaving for.

Here's the creek that runs to the sea. Today, tide so high the sea's running into the creek.