Beach Check In

We decided to beat the heal a little bit by driving down about 11 AM. Good choice, it was 82, not terribly muggy, and we had a slight breeze.

One of the local GBHs fishing near the groins. Unfortunately, he didn't trust us to pass him in peace, and flew off as we got closer.

On the way back, a few people on the beach, but no means crowded.

23 shark's teeth, 1 drum's tooth, a porgy tooth, and two crab claws was the fossil assortment we found.

Sky found a few friends to pet her, but the WuFlu has put a bit of a damper on that.