My Dad and his wife recently came up to WA to visit us for the week. We had a fantastic time and I was really sad to see them go. On this particular day we headed around a narrow piece of land for quite a ways towards what locals here call "glass beach" for all the glass that washes to shore from the old dumping ground that used to exist several years ago. We didn't find a lot, but we were too pooped to go any further. Here Nolahn and Grandpa Alan are using the walking sticks Dad made for my scouting outings.