Fog again, but it’s high this morning; or you could call it a really low overcast. Looking across the river the space between clouds and river is brightly lit like the fog is thin or breaking to let the sun through.
This is a quick walk because there are errands to be done in town today, so we don’t dawdle much. A quick stop at the pull-up tree going and coming and another stop just where we access the beach, the location of the nice piece of a cone shell from yesterday. I look closely at the clay layers of fossils all along the way to see if the larger conical shell is present, but only the tiny ones are evident. Where the conical piece appeared there are also some of the longest tube worm shell pieces, but some gentle excavating is needed to retrieve any. I’ve no idea how long an entire tube would be. A Google check showed that they can be coiled in several shapes and three inches seems to be a typical length. Ours are straight. and the long ones that are still embedded in clay are about that length, three inches.
A Blue Heron is the only bird seen the whole way. It hops ahead of us a couple times along the water line, then disappears. Just as well because the sliding doors that cover my camera lens decided to stop working making photography impossible. This happened a week earlier, too. Discussion group gossip has it that a tiny piece of grit is the usual cause. Perhaps, but various types of agitation does nothing to fix the problem and sending these things in for repairs will cost almost the same as buying another camera. The doors are easily opened, so I super glue them open which works just fine. The carrying case will now be the lens cover unless the right sized simple plastic cap can be found. I’ve repaired and dissasembled a half dozen digital cameras and have no chance at getting at the lens cover from the inside without screwing up the lens assembly.
No aircraft can be seen this morning, but three jets pass over and one turboprop. The first jet sounded lower than any I’ve heard. It came over the bank and I ducked a little at the first sound, expecting to see it under the low fog, but fortunately it was higher.
Tide is low and water sloshing along. No breeze and the air temperature must be about seventy because I’m starting to feel warm by the time we get back. No biting flies reappear despite the warmer air and absence of wind.
One oyster boat can be seen on the way down. A second one appears by the time we returned and you can hear a distant engine sound the whole walk that was probably coming from them.
Some pink Morning Glory blossoms are present on top of the sand and close to a bank that’s sloped near the end or start of the walk. No other vines are on the beach except for a few dormant runners from the kudzu all around the Morning Glory’s. So far water hasn’t been driven this far ashore, but sometime this summer we will certainly have a storm that will clear away any vegetation that has dared to creep onto this flat .
That’s it for today.—-
