A boneyard with no bones.

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Day 7, the last full day of our southern anniversary vacation started like the previous 6… with a card.

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This trip was our gift to each other so I opted for a card a day instead.

I’m thoughtful that way. 😉

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It also started with the malfunction of my very last can of (the now reformulated and totally awful Aussie instant freeze… may a pox fall upon their houses and render every last one of the executives bald) hairspray.

Oh, the horror!

With my drastically unsecured hairdo, we headed out that morning to buy a thank you gift for our neighbor who was caring for Lord Dudley Mountcatten in our absence. On the way out of the store I chuckled at the appropriate license plate of the elderly owner.

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And speaking of moss…

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We decided to make the most of our last day and return to the Botany Bay preserve to fully explore Boneyard Beach at low tide.

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Passing under that gorgeous canopy of trees again on the way in.

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It never got old.

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Our previous two trips to the beach were shortened first by loss of daylight and then by rising tide.

We hoped for better viewing this time.

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I know the pictures don’t do it justice…

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But you have to trust me, this place was amazing in person.

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Even with bad hair and high winds.

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The skeletal remains of all those trees made it feel like another planet.

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Or maybe this one after some kind of Planet of the Apes scenario.

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Look…

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My husband smiled, so you know it was special.

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I swear if I lived in this area I’d be here everyday…

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❤️

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17 thoughts on “A boneyard with no bones.”

  1. I was telling Cathy about Boneyard beach and she said she went there a few years back with her wildlife management class. She did agree that it’s a beautiful place, in a stark, otherworldly manner. This was a great trip, thanks for showing us around.

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  2. There is (was?) a beach on the west coast of Vancouver Island where all kinds of things washed up on shore. The Pacific not being as violent as the Atlantic, fewer trees had their roots still attached, but the scenario was similar. My ex and I camped on the beach for a couple days. It was an amazing time.

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