This weekend we met up with my parents and Hilary (briefly) for some relaxing at the sea. As is intended when going to the beach during the winter, we got some excellent storming, though Saturday itself was amazingly nice. So we walked, sat, ate, and had fun.
I’ve added pictures of it to my gallery. I doubt others care that much, but I love pictures from the beach because of the colors. The grays, blues, browns and yellows just seem so calming. As is the steady wind and noise from the waves.
I really like winter beaches. The steeper gradient is more interesting, as is the flotsam left behind. Still early in the season, the high tide had already carried logs up an access ramp. We even narrowly escaped a sneaker that had us scrambling onto the rocks. There was some evidence of mass wasting in areas, and always artifacts of people trying to hold onto their precious bluffs. Don’t they know they can never win?