We took an early morning jaunt through a forest thickly carpeted with moss down to the beach. The beach the night before had a distinct Lawrence of Arabia feel to it as the wind positively whipped the sand across the ground. There was a louder than usual roar coming from the area of the ocean, the cause of which is of some disagreement between us (Amy maintains it’s the wind, Scott says it’s the waves). This morning, though, it was far less windy. The tide was about as far out as it gets, there were many beautiful breakers. The wind that was present, along with the cold, kept it from being a “wow, let’s sit a while and look at the beautiful water” type of beach – doubtless contributing to the vast expanse of empty – but it was nice nonetheless.
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