Another fine day at the beach. While the distant front approaches with some high clouds, the temperatures were a fine 75, with a strong southerly breeze.
A serious fisherman comes home. I counted 8 fishing rods.
The beach was crammed, with waders,
paddlers etc.
Georgia is off looking for the Surf Scoter, who was not around today. Is Spring Break over; did he head off for the tundra?
So what is that stuff she's walking through? I don't know, but it makes a pretty carpet while it's flowering.
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