The happy surfer studied today’s waves. He finished his warm-up stretches, fastened the long tether from his board around his right ankle, hefted the board under his right arm, and loped off toward the surf. “Wasn’t that a great pair of arches?” comments the happy little clam. “Wasn’t that uncomfortable when he walked all over …
Category: The BeachAlert Files
BeachAlert File #3
The tightly-packed, fine-grained sand was shiny in the wash of the surf and the light of the rising sun. You could see the reflection of the clouds. They looked like little white lambs moseying across the blue sky. Do lambs mosey? Never mind. I digress. Let’s go talk to the happy little clams, okay? We’ll …