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Today I took advantage of 64 degree temps to walk, alone, along the shore of the Atlantic Ocean amongst the tracks of people and vehicles which had gone before me.





As I did so, I watched the incoming tide begin to erase them gradually, and I wondered how many times since ‘the beginning’ had the tide crept slowly over that very beach before receding to prepare to do it all over again



Weekend crowds were manageable.

More Coast Cruisin'

Went with BG to another iteration of the assemblage of classic old cars in Dixie. Saw many old friends there, but this one was unfamiliar.

Anyone know what it is?




We do, now. Nice ride.