One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Thursday, November 26, 2020
Thanksgiving at the Beach
Skye and I took off for beach around 11:30. You couldn't ask for a nice Thanksgiving day, low 70s, sunny, with a few fluffy clouds and no wind. Short sleeve weather (and shorts if you wanted them) in late November.
Rounding the bend into the harbor.
We met up with Georgia at the beach, after the pumpkin pie finished.
Despite a very high tide, we did OK with teeth, 27 if I counted right, two crab claws and a Tilly bone. Nothing terribly exciting, but a few good ones.