Sequoia Coast life can only mean hardly anything

Blue Willow looked at Lasher and though this was the part she dreaded, she knew it needed to be done. She nodded, and got slowly to her feet, her eyes sad. She looked around for a place, but was so blinded by her tears she could find nothing. She sighed, and turned towards Lasher. Where should we put her? Right where she lay? Will the surf eat away this far?