|Yes, Jonny, I see it. Thanks.|
The one nasty thing, well, beside slogging through a lot of wet seaweed but by then it was sprinkling again, so who cared?, was some really serious trash. Not the cool trash of a storm washed beach, like awesome shells, driftwood, strange creatures, but the plastic trash of throwaway societies, including boaters out there who really believe that if you are 20 miles offshore and trash your regular trash it will never be seen again. Uh, not true. Really. Of course, that made me the bane of any delivery crew I was ever with. Oh well. Trash schlepping got added to my (incredibly distinguished) resume.
|A decapitated honorific icon for a small animal tribe somewhere unknown. I imagine the revolution wasn't pretty.|
All those tapes? Turtle nests!!!