This is what our green-striped home looks like from the ocean edge. It is a mile walk. And the reason it is a mile walk is because we dump all our beach stuff as soon as we get on the beach. Not five feet from the walkway. And the reason we dump all our stuff not five feet from the walkway is because it’s heavy and cumbersome to drag through that sand even with out nifty beach stroller. You can see it sitting there beside our “home.”
Notice on the right of our tent there is an orange, diamond-shaped sign. That sign is the do-not-disturb-the-loggerhead-eggs warning. I only wish I could be there when they hatch and start making their way to the ocean. And even though our little tent was very low to the ground (it kind of kept falling apart on us), it worked great. Geri only ran into it three times maybe?
There aren’t as many people this year as last year. Still quite a few in our area of the beach, though. So the beach walk started out looking like this: people all over the place. Which. of course, is very cool. I love it! Perhaps my favorite are the dads showing their little ones the water for the first time. The little tykes hang on to their daddy’s legs as they stumble about the waves and uneven sand. I just don’t see enough of that… daddies with their children. So it gives me that warm fuzzy.
Walk just a short way down the beach and there are fewer and fewer people.
I’m sorry. I just had to throw this really cool picture in here. I love the beach, and if you do, too, and aren’t here, then I totally apologize for this picture.
I tried to edit the picture above, but couldn’t for whatever reason. There are several loggerhead nests. I can’t help thinking how cool it would be to live in one of those houses and watch for the little turtles. Did I say that already? Alas.
The line grew tight and the fight was on. Pulling and reeling in. Pulling and reeling in. Finally:
Hey!! What’s that hand doing in my glory picture? Curse this computer! I tried and tried to edit that stinking hand out of there. Stinking, yes, because it is the actual hand that caught that big fish. He was nice enough to let me pretend for a second that I did. It looked like so much fun when he was reeling it in, and sure enough, when I asked him if it was fun, he looked me straight in the eyes and said with great conviction, “It was fun.” I was so excited for him. Good thing his little woman got it all on video.
I couldn’t help myself. This is just such a neat picture.
So tomorrow is the day for shelling. Searching for seashells by the seashore.