In memory of my dad Lyndon Grove a true wordsmith and gracious gracious literary mentor DH For Elliot and a lifetime of sharing discovery and exploration KR
g WEST COAST WILD AT LOW TIDE WORDS BY DEBORAH HODGE PICTURES BY KAREN RECZUCH GROUNDWOOD BOOKS HOUSE OF ANANSI PRESS TORONTO BERKELEY
At the edge of the majestic ocean on the Pacific west coast endless tides shift back and forth twice every day The ocean is always moving drawn by the forces of the moon and sun At high tide the sea is near splashing over the rocks and sand At low tide the ocean retreats and a beautiful beach is revealed Between the ebb and flow of the tides lies the intertidal zone where a remarkable community of creatures thrives in a home of ever-changing conditions
