On and on. You can get trapped by high tide in the coves here at Anchor Bay. Specific time matters less than tide rhythms. We got it right, well Virginia did, settling high on the sand. There was a barefoot stretch, however, in the forty something degree ocean water. Within seconds your feet feel like stumps, dead ones. Packed a shade tent, boogie board, wet suits, food, and drawing stuff over to a rock enclave where the waves are manageable. Not for me, only Virginia went in the water. You have to have the right equipment, including feet and hand covers. Cathy and I drew with charcoal and pens.
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