Our journey, to Phoenix, was one long collecting adventure. We missed Agate Beach (much to the Little Man's dismay...), making Moonstone Beach a must. Though it didn't live up to the kid's imagination (a beach made entirely of moonstones, which would be lovely;), he was pleased to fine 3 moonstones that afternoon...
He was also pleased to find a really deep cave. And this one wasn't half buried by water. Unfortunately, it also wasn't as remote as the ones we'd found half buried by water and was therefore less, erm, clean and desirable, so we didn't venture into the deepest, darkest recesses, sans flashlight ;)
To be perfectly honest, I'd vote this as our least favorite stop, moonstones aside. I'm not sure if its because this particular beach just wasn't anything special.... or if it was the stench of wet dog and dung that hung heavily (and mysteriously) in the air... All I know is that we were quite happy to head to the car (and roll up the windows) after this particular stroll :)
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