The Purpose of Beaches
I've never been a beach person. I don't swim or sunbathe. But I figured I'd go across the street and walk along the beach since it's right there.
I watched people poking in the rocks for sea glass and shells. I meandered down to the water and a shell caught my eye, and I realized what a beach is for: jewelry! These people are going to take their shells home, put them in a box, and ignore them. People are going to wear mine.
Crescent Beach is your average beach.
I watched people poking in the rocks for sea glass and shells. I meandered down to the water and a shell caught my eye, and I realized what a beach is for: jewelry! These people are going to take their shells home, put them in a box, and ignore them. People are going to wear mine.
I left with nought but a camera, and I came home with a double handful of sea detritus. I'm getting my camelbak and a bag and heading back!
This particular beach also contains Mammoth Seaweed. Probably sabertoothed seaweed from some prehistoric undersea forest. My foot included for scale.
I ran into the lady whose house my lodgings are attached to on the way back. She gave me a plastic bag and some tupperware and told me that I might be able to find sand dollars at the next beach down the coast. Whee! She's also very interested in my jewelry and wanted to see some. Drat! Who knew that I should take my inventory with me on vacation?
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