Finally, we got a break in the all summer long oppressive heat and humidity. It was an absolute pleasure this morning to put on my light sweat jersey and take my morning walk on the boardwalk in Rehoboth.
I could hear the roar of the waves rolling in on the beach as I parked my car at the north end of the boardwalk. As I ascended the boardwalk I was greeted by the sight of the white crashing waves.
This morning the boardwalk was almost bare. Apparently not too many touristas like to walk a windswept boardwalk in 69 degree temperatures. For me it was perfect.
I easily walked the mile to the south end of the boardwalk without so much as breaking a sweat. Now that was a pleasure not to plow through the heat and humidity only to be drenched in my own sweat once I reached the end of the boardwalk. This is the way a walk on the boardwalk is supposed to be.
Once I made my first two mile up and down on the boardwalk I took my usual bench seat near the Henlopen Hotel. I took a couple of self portraits with my camera. A very nice lady nearby came up to me and asked if I would like her to take a picture of me with the ocean as a background. Would I? Absolutely! As anyone who knows me, I love to take pictures and have pictures taken of me. It's not so much that I'm vain or self absorbed, but I feel a need to document my existence on this earth. Maybe it comes from my interest in genealogy. I would so love to have photos of my ancestors. I have a few but not near enough. Thus, except for their name and dates of birth and death, their existence is lost forever to history. Such will not be the case with me. I'm leaving a big trail.
Some have children to leave a legacy. Some perform great deeds. I leave a history of genealogy records and photos. I just hope when I'm gone there is someone who will take enough interest and preserve these memories of my little time on this earth. If not, then I will at least enjoyed accumulating this record.
Below is my pictorial essay of my morning at Rehoboth Beach.