About four years ago this root-log washed up on the beach. After a storm? High-tide? I don't remember. Previous to its appearance I thought it would be nice to have a log on this log-less beach. Lots of beaches in our area have them. They provide seating, shelter, firewood, aesthetics. But we weren't exactly looking for a log. A root-log from a 30-year old fir tree is not something you shop around for you know. But I have this belief and it holds up in this case that somehow things always work out and in this case the timing was perfect. Who knew these two (and the countless other kiddos) would have so much fun on a lifeless, weathered and worm-hole ridden root-log?
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