Ona Beach

J.C. and I went for a four mile beach walk yesterday morning, trying to get our old decrepit legs in shape for the hike into Drift Creek this fishing season. We both were tired on the way back and the last hundred yards through the soft dry sand above the high tide mark was tough.
The beach, which was scoured down to the lava bedrock by the spring storms, is now pretty much sanded back in.
It's amazing how the beaches here can change; one day the sand will be ten or fifteen feet deep and the next week, usually after a storm, it'll all be gone and the agate beds will be exposed.