A rainy morning turned into a foggy afternoon, at about 52 F and not very windy. Looking south toward the gas docks, you can barely see the shore to south, but you can just make out a raft of Buffleheads on the other side of the jetty.
Skye and I were on our own, as Georgia was home babysitting. The tide was high, and the beach was sandy, and I only found two teeth . . .
But one of them was pretty big. This slightly battered White Shark tooth measured 1 5/8ths inches, almost exactly the same as leader for the year on the kitchen shelf.
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