A Wild Jolt
arnacled rocks and sun-bleached clam shells crunch underfoot as I pick my way over a tidal flat. The air is thick with salt and exposed seaweed. At the shoreline, towering spruce and hemlock trees stand as sentinels between forest and sea. I duck under a branch and enter a different word, inhaling the earthy aroma of wet wood. Gone is the bright light of open sky, replaced by
