But I think we hit snooze till 6am, made some very yummy Hawaiian Hazelnut coffee for energy and hit the beach. We were surprised that we spent over two hours walking the beach for shells. I am always amazed at how easily I lose all track of time walking along the shore. All of life's worries seem to melt away and the shoulders seem a lot lighter. The thoughts seem to ramble in no particular direction and time seems to stand still. At night we took flash lights out to the beach and watched the crabs come to shore and then race back to the water. After two mornings of scouring the beach we had a bucket full of shells. My grandmother who will turn 87 this Friday always loved walking the beaches of Wilmington, NC looking for tiny shells. She has an inner ear imbalance now that makes if very difficult for her to walk up the three steps to her front door let alone walk the beach for shells, so that was her one request from this trip. Pick me up some little shells she said. So Christopher & I found enough to fill a jar for her. Something so simple can mean so much.