While in Westport, WA a few weekends ago we spent one afternoon with Amy's dad walking on the beach, in search of sand-dollars. I admittedly did not know what a sand-dollar was or what one looked like, but I soon found out (see this Wikipedia entry if you are curious and uninformed like me). At first we only came across broken sand-dollars, but after walking about a hundred yards down the beach, away from the main access point, we soon started becoming overwhelmed by an abundance of whole ones. We estimated that we picked up about 40, and then while cleaning them off decided which ones weren't worth keeping due to defects.
We packed our portion of 12, wrapped in paper towels, in our suitcase, and were pleasantly surprised to find that only a few did not survive the "delicate touch" airline luggage handling procedures. We gave four to the family across our backyard so each of the kids could have one, in return for keeping an eye on our tomato plants, and that left us with these five as our own mementos of the trip.
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