Driving for hours on end is enough to make even the most patient of our children a little feisty and restive, so we try to make sure that even on driving days we spend some time outside. This trip to tidepools and rocky beach was a complete accident, and we only found the shore due to my ability to remember what Rue de la Mer meant. We watched families fill mussel baskets and the storm quickly making its way up the channel. Even the prospect of seeing the sun set couldn't keep us there once the thunder ventured closer and we realized we were in for a thorough soaking if we didn't get ourselves back to our motel. Our tiny rooms and the pod bathrooms looked more welcoming as the kids examined their treasures of shells, stones, and knees skinned from running over the rocks.
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