On Sunday, the tide was the lowest I've seen it at Crescent Beach. We walked right out to water's edge, probably about a mile out; the beach had been flat all the way out, but there, it dropped off sharply into deep water.
The Google satellite view shows the intertidal zone; we started at the "B" on Crescent Beach, and walked straight out to the tip of the green triangle. It's about 10 kilometres over to the Boundary Bay beach on the other side of the bay. All that greenish-blue, stripy, finny sea-monster thingy on the northeast is mud flat, also exposed at low tide.
From about half-way out, looking South. Shallow pools, less than ankle-deep. The point of land at the far right is the tip of Point Roberts, across the border.
Looking straight across the mud flats to South Delta farmland.
Southwest; the hills on the left are in the US.
It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day, and the water in the tide pools was warm. The sand steamed. A mist rose up, about waist-deep, all across the upper intertidal zone. It made distant figures shimmer and break up; many appeared to be walking on air. Our photos turned out vague and greyed, but that is what we were seeing, too.
Steam, walkers, and something in the distance that looks like a sailing ship. It isn't.
Looking back towards the shore, and the hills of Ocean Park. (Imaginative name, eh?)
A couple and their dog, far ahead.
More ghostly walkers.
But look closely; see the sandpipers? Far out in the bay, several flocks played an elaborate game of follow-the-leader, skimming the surface, then soaring, wheeling, drifting as if wind-blown, or suddenly reversing direction. They were barely visible, just a dancing greyness in the mist.
What we found in and on the sand, next post.