For a classic Lopez Island walk, despite a looming storm, we headed to Shark Reef, a nature preserve and walking paradise. The sky was dynamic with clouds crazily blowing every which way. The water, mean-looking, swirled wildly with the changing tides. Looking down from the rocky cliffs we could see the seals frolicking in the surf. We would have surely died in this wild sea yet these seals were buoyant in their seal world. A little seal head would appear, like a beach ball floating on the surface, peer at us, dive, just to pop up nearby, to peer at us again. And masses of birds. There were large flocks of migrating ducks; hundreds of squawking gulls; lone blue heron sentries; and the occasional eagle giving us an evil eye. One little duck, a Bufflehead perhaps, was playing the seal game. Floating quietly on wild waves, diving, resurfacing, diving again.