{"id":53,"date":"2005-08-03T22:11:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-04T04:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stevenheld.com\/blog\/2005\/08\/03\/puget-sound-vacation-vol-ii\/"},"modified":"2005-08-03T22:11:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-04T04:11:00","slug":"puget-sound-vacation-vol-ii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stevenheld.com\/blog\/puget-sound-vacation-vol-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"Puget Sound Vacation Vol. II"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center><\/p>\n<h4>The First Night<\/h4>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/steveheld\/31009257\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos23.flickr.com\/31009257_9e3a8e08eb.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" alt=\"Glowing Red\" \/><\/a><\/center><br \/>The sun sets on Mt. Rainier our first night at Martha&#8217;s Cabin.  I remember watching the colors dancing across the sky.<br \/><a href='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/1024\/IMG_0079.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/320\/IMG_0079.jpg' width=\"320\" height=\"240\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><center><\/p>\n<h4>Sea Shells<\/h4>\n<p><\/center><br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/320\/IMG_0228.jpg\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/320\/IMG_0228.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" alt=\"Tide\" \/><\/a>The next morning the tide was out.  This is the best time to beach comb and both my mom and I were out collecting sea shells.<\/p>\n<p><center>A boat is stranded in the sand by the outgoing tide.<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/steveheld\/31304152\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos21.flickr.com\/31304152_935763833b.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" alt=\"Stranded\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Look at all the sand dollars!<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/steveheld\/31304151\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/photos21.flickr.com\/31304151_d9a9499cf5.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"240\" alt=\"Sand Dollars\" \/><\/a><\/center><br \/>This is my favorite photo.  Look at all the colors in the water.  These are all living sand dollars.  They turn white when they die.  Sand dollars are very interesting.  They have little tiny hairs that trap food particles and slowly move them towards their mouths in the center.<\/p>\n<p>My sandal leaves an impression in the sand.  That&#8217;s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.<a href='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/1024\/IMG_0242.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/320\/IMG_0242.jpg' align=right><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/1024\/IMG_0191.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/img\/163\/5890\/320\/IMG_0191.jpg' align=left><\/a>We set out our findings on the picnic table to dry.  Does anyone want any sand dollars?  I&#8217;m currently a millionaire with all of them.  My mom and I both enjoyed collecting sea shells nearly everyday.  Every crevice of my car was stuffed with sea shells when we made the journey back home.  <\/p>\n<p>The next day we head to Canada, in Puget Sound Vacation Vol. III<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The First Night The sun sets on Mt. Rainier our first night at Martha&#8217;s Cabin. I remember watching the colors dancing across the sky. Sea Shells The next morning the tide was out. This is the best time to beach comb and both my mom and I were out collecting sea shells. 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