
In all the years we have been coming to this area, we have never found this beach until today. It is a huge secret. There is nobody here.

Except this meeting of the local Doomsday Cult. They scampered away when the tide started to come in. Not yet Doomsday.

Shuttle runs!!

We think the Doomsdayers did not like our presence. Suddenly they pack up their chairs and quietly leave the beach. They are not fans of shuttle runs.

Lots of beach debris.

Drift Sculpture.

This interaction of beach, river and ocean yields very interesting sculpted patterns.

Yet another beach creature guards the river mouth.

Memorial above the tideline.

Simoné demonstrates her perfection of the Sheltic Circle.

Another marker to reach the beach - just north of our access path today.

Impromptu towel racks.

Never be fooled - this is my beach.
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