Rising Tide

A small group of us were climbing big big rocks to keep ahead of the rising tide.  We were heading to the northwest, away from the ocean.  To our right was a high promontory with a lighthouse atop it, but the promontory was too steep to tackle directly.  I was worried for us all, but particularly for ML, who was pregnant in the dream, and was lagging.  I was afraid we would get caught on a local high spot, but below the eventual high tide mark, which was still scores of feet higher than we were.  Somehow, I knew we would get to see Bruce Schwab's new house when we got far enough up.