Yesterday morning, after breakfast and hot cups of coffee and tea, we pulled on our boots, bundled up against the steady southerly, and headed for the beach. The low tide is -3.6 feet; time to beach comb.
The Tlingits have a saying: “When the tide is out, the table is set.” They’ve lived here for more than 10,000 years, so they ought to know. In these northern latitudes, there’s very little on the beach that’s not edible. Continue reading