Skye and I were on our own again, as Georgia was babysitting and waiting for a repairman. The beach was also much less occupied than it was on a hot weekend day, que surprise!
A very high tide kept us from getting very far up the beach. Right at the turn around point we found Mr. Whistlepig up on the cliffs dining on Kudzu.
I managed three shark's teeth, one of which was almost big enough to be visible.
No comments:
Post a Comment