I knew I was going to have a great time in California. I was sure there would be good food and lots to look at. What I did not expect to discover was that I have the spirit of a beachcomber living inside me. Give me an old pair of tennis shoes and a big bag and I am good for the whole day.
Shells, rocks, glass, driftwood, seaweed, I collected it all.
When I got home I found this black wooden tray on which to display my specimens. Arranging, re-arranging, examining, identifying, sketching, and stacking provides me with hours of entertainment.
While I do not have a piece of orange sea glass yet, I did discover when I was putting together my shells from the east and west coasts, that I do have a sheep shell. Actually a smiling sheep shell. I am pretty sure it is going to be coveted by beachcombers all over the world when they see it.