OC and I went to Ma’ili (ma–E–lee) Beach again the other day. OC was looking for seaweed, as usual. I was looking for (well, I didn’t really have to look, they’re everywhere) shells.
My favorite shells are the ones worn smooth by the sea. In Friday Harbor and on Vancouver Island I had to hunt for them. At Ma’ili (the name means abundant little pebbles) the beach is made of them.
I picked up all of these shells while seated in the same spot. No moving required. I kept stuffing the shells in my short’s pocket. When we got back to the condo and I dug them out, OC laughed at me because, on Ma’ili at least, these shells are too common to be considered treasure.
Here is the pile of shells I brought home. If you look, you can see a bit of their former lives in each of them. The big snail shell is tinted by red clay. The Ma’ili Park grounds that aren’t reef or shell or sand are red clay.
The big, white, porous rocks are coral. A reef hides beneath the shifting sands of Ma’ili Beach. Much of it is sand stone and it was exposed when OC and I visited. We found many fossils embedded in the rock. It was like walking on history.
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