“...It was during those many trips across False Narrows that I had time to gaze into the clear water. I’d never noticed the beauty of the intertidal realm. A whole world of teeming life flourished beneath the boat. White sand amidst rocks and lush swaying seaweed was like a garden, starfish and moon snails below, fish flitting in and out, crabs delicately walking along strands of kelp, everything flowing in the current in a ballet of constant movement. And on a sunny day the whole scene was radiant in spectrums of dancing light...”