Heading out along the Turnagain one Autumn afternoon...

The view across to Hope....golden in the distance

At my destination all has grown calm

The rocks measure the point of the low tide

And then it all starts with a trickle

The tide makes up its mind and begins to rush in

Surf's up and the tide is rippin'

The tide is in and the rocks are buried...

....and so it's time to head home as the daylight fades and the evening comes upon us