On New Year's Eve we joined our friends at their cabin on Whidbey Island, a place firmly embedded in our history together. We got there in time for a beach walk before dark on a gorgeous winter day. We visited my favorite cliff and found it much eroded but still beautiful. The cliffs along this beach have been crumbling for as long as we have been coming here, but now they are positively melting.
Logan had his usual fun time chasing sticks....
.....and swimming after loons ever further out into the sound. They finally dove and allowed him to give up the chase.
It was a lovely end to the year.