So the Shell Queen and I decided to take another jaunt out to BP last evening and were overwhelmed by the massive amount of shells rolling in at low tide. I had the trusty rake with me and pulled hundreds upon hundreds of shells back onto the shore. Fighting conchs, literally by the hundreds. I was stepping on so many, the bottom of my feet were bruised the next day. (I know, I know. The Shell Queen tells me the same thing – “Wear shoes!”) But I can’t wear shoes. For some reason, bare feet help me feel the larger shells from the smaller. As you can see in the pictures, we came home with a hefty haul.