One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
A Chilly Day at the Beach
A brief report to go with a quick walk. It was cold out there this morning, 36 F, and with a stiff north wind, 20-25 mph, just enough to begin to move sand around on the beach. You can see the waves churned up as a result
I underestimated the amount of clothing desirable, and was a little cold as a result. Fossil hunting was slow, but I did find two Black Drum's teeth.
We saw two eagle fly over early in the walk, but when we got up to where the tolerant eagle hangs out routinely, he/she was there, seemingly huddled up to stay warm.