Glass Beach was within walking distance of my motel. I had imagined a wide sandy beach scattered with sea glass.
Nope. The beach is tiny and nearly hidden among the rocky hollows and tide pools. A good photo with perspective is nearly impossible to take. I wore my Keen sandals for easy footing. Every 10 minutes or so I had to stop and empty them of sea glass. It’s hard to imagine walking on top of so much glass and rock.
But I did. My back bent, head down, looking for the elusive blue glass. I could have gathered buckets with a scoop. After all, the sea glass looks good with all those pebbles mixed in. I greedily imagined my entire garden with a rich sea glass mulch.
If you bend down to scoop up a handful this is what you get. It’s that plentiful. Difficult to spot from the bluffs above this little beach, but with a small amount of effort to climb down more sea glass than you can imagine.
So I stayed. Bent over. Occasionally stopping to straighten and look around my tiny cove.
And in the end I carried away about a cup of luminous treasure, not a ton, but enough. Enough to fill a tiny bottle with the smallest glass pebbles and sea water.
With some left over for safekeeping. Glass Beach has an interesting history. You can read about it HERE.