Mornings at the beach is my new activity. I'm settling into a routine.
I usually get up about 5 or 5:30 am. After breakfast of Corn Chex and strawberries, I'm in my new red Subaru Forester headed down Rt. 1 to Rehoboth Beach. This early in the morning it's almost a straight shot because of the low traffic.
I park my car at the north end of the boardwalk mainly because I don't want to park my brand new car on Rehoboth Avenue where all the garbage trucks and Sysco trucks are collecting garbage and depositing new garbage early in the morning. What would the restaurants do without Sysco? Here's a suggestion: buy local. Lots of noise early in the morning on Rehoboth Avenue. I'm glad I'm not staying in one of those hotels.
So my routine is I park my car and hang my camera bag around my neck and step on the boardwalk for my brisk walk to the south end of the boardwalk. I think the boardwalk is a mile long, but I'm told by my friend Bob C. that it's actually a mile round trip. I don't know about that. Walking from one end to the other seems like more than a half a mile.
After I arrive at the other end of the boardwalk I take a short break by walking down to the beach. This early in the morning dogs are allowed on the beach. I usually watch the owners with their dogs frolicking on the beach. Sometimes if I see trash on the beach I pick it up and deposit it in a nearby trash can.
This mooring while I was watching the waves roll in and collecting some small pebbles that had washed ashore I noticed a plastic WalMart bag on the beach. So, on my way back I pick it up and notice that it feels heavy. I open it up and note that there is sand in the bag. Oh, I guess some child was going to bag up some sand. Uh huh. So, Good Citizen that I am, I empty the bag of its "sand" and I notice that this "sand" is stinking So here is what Ron did........he emptied a bag of dog poop on the beach. And yes, I got part of it on my hand.
My new routine, I now take my break (and collect pebbles) at the other end (northern) of the beach. You know, the one where the surfers are. Again, I am proof positive that No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. The story of my life.