BeachAlert File #11

People certainly are eager to get to the beach today.  Three of us line up to get into the parking lot when it opens at 5:40 a.m.  It’s still dark.  I park and wait.  The days when we go to the beach always turn out better than the others, don’t they. Suddenly, instead of being …

BeachAlert File #10

Down by the pier, the waves are crashing halfway up the pilings.  The tide is high. Oh, look.  Somebody’s surfboard got away.  See the little fins sticking out of the water?  Hey, that’s no surfboard.  It’s swimming by itself.  And it’s got a tail.  No, two tails.  It’s a couple of big sea animals. They’re …

BeachAlert File #9

The maintenance vehicle inches by in the semi-darkness, smoothing the shifting sand under it.  The gray sky grows brighter in slow motion.  A line of light appears between two closely packed clouds. That must be the Crack of Dawn.  Being a congenital night person, I don’t know much about this phenomenon.  The only thing that …

BeachAlert File #8

I get to the beach half an hour later than usual.  Dawn has broken. The streetlights are off, and the local power plant is already making smoke.  The cloud cover is gone.  The sun is peeking over the rooftops of the pretty little houses lined up along the Strand.  I can see sailboats along the …

BeachAlert File #7

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 …