Before I left last week I put Annie and Becky Thatcher to bed and took a last morning walk on the beach, the last for a few weeks. A storm rushed in that afternoon from the west. I ran to catch it by the Bridge of Lions and barely outran it back home.
|St. Augustine Beach 7 am|
|Cars stopped... shrimper underway|
|The waterbirds know when to leave|
Looking forward to a day in Norfolk, Virginia (the world's largest naval base) in a few days. There is a new Waterman exhibit at the Mariners Museum and a possible sail with my friend Steve aboard Spartina. Sounds fun, right?