One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Back to the Beach
I bailed Skye out of Lori's doggy spa about 10 AM, and by 11 had decided that if we were going to walk, sooner was better than later, as temperatures were already 82 F, and eventually went as high as 88. So we went on down to the beach.
It ain't the Amalfi Coast, but it's mine. Clear, sunny, and almost cloudless. Humidity is starting to build up. Today really feels like summer.
A fellow fossil hunter. I hope she had better luck than I had today.