After a bit of early yard work, Skye and I headed to the beach, leaving Georgia in charge of the Thanksgiving feast. A little chilly, it was clear and not very windy. By the time we were done, the sun was mostly off the beach, and behind the land to the west. A decent tide, by recent standards, we made it up to the boulders at Matoaka, however, despite lots of shell hash, I managed only two entirely unremarkable shark's teeth.
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