It was 50 F, overcast, but not windy when Skye and I reached the beach about
12:30 PM. Georgia was already ahead of us.
Do you see it, dead center?
It's Whitey, in the same spot he was yesterday. The guy who lives in that house
says he hasn't moved since yesterday.
Georgia and Skye looking for the optimal way to get over the groin to
Matoaka.
The best of 17 teeth. A big
Mako lower tooth
that I found, and a nice upper
Hastalis (white shark)
that Georgia found.
One of Whitey's gray cousins flew by.
By the time we were on our way back, we were starting to see occasional sun.
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