First Time Back At The Beach

After a long (I lie) brutal (I lie again) winter, it was nice to venture back to the beach. It was a quick trip and didn't spend a lot of time there, but always refreshing to walk the beach. This was in March, I think, and I came across this in my list of things to post and somehow it got pushed back. Been back since this time and plunged full buns into the water awhile and it is warm and ready for summer fun.

This was a big ship a mile or two off shore.

Hardly any waves today which makes for clear water.

This is a becalmed sea.

Someone's abandoned sand castle.

When there is no roiling in the water you can see all the way to the bottom.

Probably hard to see but there were little teeming fish all along the shore area.

It really is rare to get such a flat ocean.

Click to make larger and you'll be able to see the bottom.

As I was leaving I spotted this prehistoric looking guy watching.

Not a very exciting post entry but hey, wait till you see what's coming up. Went to a nature preserve and saw some gators, and I even have a gator strike on tape I filmed. Yeah, huh! How's that for a teaser? He slithered up behind a..... and, well, you'll have to wait till I post it. Also went deep sea fishing and got some some nice pictures of that, not to mention supper. Just keep tuning in to Existing In BFE. And thanks for coming back.

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