Iron Springs
We came out to Iron Springs again this summer—something we do when we need to breathe a bit of the ocean air. It’s not the only place we like to stay at along the northern coast but it is certainly one of the oldest. Sweetie and I first came out here back in 86 or 87 with Todd and Priss, a couple friends from Evergreen, and have managed to make it back what seems like once a year, although I find that hard to believe. There’s no internet access out here, at least none that I’ve been able to find, so right now I’m sitting on the deck with Ku’ya, waiting for Sweetie and the Older Boy to get done with their morning swim so’s we can pack up a picnic lunch and head out to the sand. Ku and I already went out this morning we could check out the damage to our sandcastle from the overnight high tide. It fared pretty well all things considered, it’s main central tower still standing with all decoration attached. The outer walls and small village we built was entirely wiped out, although I like t...