the walk out
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approaching the curve from low tide
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rounding the bend beyond the stone revetment and the private light house. wow.
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it was that yellow rusting piece of equipment that made me trudge on. I was already tired!
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the return rust - tarmac- tennis ball- lots of lacquer shells (jingle shells)
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then the three of us spied a dead gull- oops no a dead duck. I have never seen a dead duck on this beach or anywhere for that matter.Hope it wasn't the victim of target practice.
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Then my trophies: lacquer shells , flat stone, a piece of glass but not "beach glass". Curious why I never find glass. I guess I need a barefoot for that.oh and a golf ball!
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