The mist rode the water inland, hiding the far shore, snaking around bleached driftwood and dark boulders raised from the sea bed, and we unwound into it, with a red squirrel sleeping beside us, a hungry mink patrolling the receding tide, and the inhalation and exhalation of waves sucking at the polished stone boundary. We had the best day of the trip so far, losing ourselves into Sombrio beach for a lazy afternoon.