They call it Glass Beach for a reason, but I was still surprised to see how much glass was mixed in with the rocks. When I was a kid, my mom’s parents drove my brother and me from California to Texas and we stopped at a few national parks along the way. Grand Canyon, Painted Desert, Petrified Forest. My grandmother and I *both* were expecting an actual forest at the petrified forest. Like, I dunno, tall, standing trees that were petrified, I guess? We both took one look at the rocks on the ground and were all WHAT? This is NOT A FOREST!
Going to Glass Beach was the opposite of that. I was thinking there would be a piece of glass here and there, and instead there was more glass than anything else. I took a few pieces home with me (rulebreaker!). It’s still all stuffed in the pocket of my warmest coat.
It’s a really lovely beach, even without the glass.