This experience was a long time coming, a dream really that I’ve been picturing in my mind since I was a grade schooler combing through black and white children’s science books at the city library. These books captured my imagination with stories of kids just like me, yet not like me at all — they spent their days in joyful solitude, exploring rocky shorelines as the sea slowly peeled back and revealed its secrets. I spent mine poking around in the lifeless puddles of an ugly, townhouse subdivision. Water worlds that revealed things they don’t sentimentalize in storybooks.
I wanted so badly to discover, see, and touch the magic captured in those pages, but there was no ocean nearby, just a dodgy lake over-run with zebra mussels and an elevated level of fecal matter that put summertime swimming to a stop mid-way through the 1980′s.
Please don’t leave without experiencing the Cabrillo Tide Pools from Davin’s perspective.