There’s a stiff breeze blowing off the water this morning so a moderately high tide level is moved to a very high level and we only make it half way down the beach. The breeze makes walking a little cool, but comfortable.
The platform seen by the fancy pier mentioned yesterday does have a set of steps at the back. I had thought no method of access was attached.
Waves are noisy enough to block most other sounds, but two propeller planes, one a small private and the other a large commercial or military, are noisy enough to be heard. Five contrails are in the clear blue sky and five oyster boats are out. No passenger planes are seen.
Only one young eagle appears and no other bird life during the entire walk.
Two small clusters of iris are in bloom half way down the bank where they had slid when a chunk of dirt broke loose.
An interesting piece of fossil coral washed ashore. It’s a couple inches across, roughly circular and flat, about a quarter inch thick, and made up of overlapping tubules, each slightly more than an eighth inch diameter. The color is gray and bits of sand are glued to the intersections.
I can now do six pull ups at the pull up tree.
We head towards the other end of the neighborhood to make up for the short beach walk. Izzy decides to turn off and go home as we pass our driveway. Where the road meets the beach there are a few deer tracks in the sand. Deer seem to like this area as a few tracks can often be seen on or near the beach.
A whippoorwill can be heard back in the trees along the roadway, but not seen.—-
