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 …

BeachAlert File #6

On a foggy day at the beach, the fine mist covers everything.  It covers the pretty little houses lined up along the Strand.  It covers the pier.  It covers the lifeguard shacks.  It covers the line that separates the sky from the sea.  Things look very different. On a day like this, it’s easy to …

BeachAlert File #5

You can tell when the moon is full.  That’s when the tide comes all the way up to the semi-soft sand.  Your legs get a great workout slogging through this stuff. On a day like this, the ocean can surprise you, getting you wet up to the knees, when you only planned on getting wet …