An early morning walk on the beach was a great way to start the day in Bimini. Heavy cloud cover filtered the low sunlight and cast a golden glow along the shore. A rising tide covered many of the rocks that line the area in front of the marina. A closer look between the boulders revealed thousands of small shells and sea glass deposited overnight in tidal pools.
I walked south, staying close to the large dune that towered up to six feet high in spots. At its base was an additional wrack line of shells. The only footprints were avian. To me they looked like those of Virginia Tech Hokies. A short distance past the dune, the sand flattened out into a gorgeous pristine beach. Each breaking wave would clear my freshly made footprints. Clouds darkened as I returned to Crossroads for lunch, some afternoon reading on Fiberglass Beach, a long chat with Aunt B, and a load of laundry.
Late afternoon called for another beach walk. It is amazing how quickly the same 1.5 mile stretch of beach can change and how new objects grab the eye. There were plenty of well-worn shells buried in the sand, a lone crab carrying his house to higher ground, and way too much trash including this wayward toothbrush tangled in the grassy wrack. My main focus, however, was on the horizon as more threatening clouds approached. I left the beach with a few more pieces of sea glass for my jar and managed to stay dry as the rain moved south of us.
We walked up to the street and enjoyed pizza dinner at the Thirsty Turtle. Nice place, friendly folks, and enough leftovers to cover tomorrow's lunch.
I walked south, staying close to the large dune that towered up to six feet high in spots. At its base was an additional wrack line of shells. The only footprints were avian. To me they looked like those of Virginia Tech Hokies. A short distance past the dune, the sand flattened out into a gorgeous pristine beach. Each breaking wave would clear my freshly made footprints. Clouds darkened as I returned to Crossroads for lunch, some afternoon reading on Fiberglass Beach, a long chat with Aunt B, and a load of laundry.
Late afternoon called for another beach walk. It is amazing how quickly the same 1.5 mile stretch of beach can change and how new objects grab the eye. There were plenty of well-worn shells buried in the sand, a lone crab carrying his house to higher ground, and way too much trash including this wayward toothbrush tangled in the grassy wrack. My main focus, however, was on the horizon as more threatening clouds approached. I left the beach with a few more pieces of sea glass for my jar and managed to stay dry as the rain moved south of us.
We walked up to the street and enjoyed pizza dinner at the Thirsty Turtle. Nice place, friendly folks, and enough leftovers to cover tomorrow's lunch.
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