Wednesday, April 09, 2014

More Hunting on Hunting Island

An ancient tree dwarfs my little old motorhome. We changed sites recently. I was too pooped to travel. Moving in the pouring rain was fun too. Life is goof. Hard to believe the beach is a 2 minute walk away. I'm tied down to the picnic table. Why didn't I learn this magic feat ages ago? It keeps the awning from flapping around and shaking the motorhome during a stiff breeze. Most folks use a type of sandscrew to tie their awning down. I can never get the sandscrews deep enough into the ground. Matter of fact, the last time I got a sandscrew deep into the ground, that's where it stayed. I never could get it back out again.


Nature is awesome.

The tide is definitely out.

Seashells fascinate me.

Breakfast for the birds.

Horseshoe crab casings resemble ancient helmets.

Ut oh! I walked a lot further than I realized.

Jellyfish washed ashore.

The receding sea leaves behind a tidal pool.