It's Inherited

Did you know there are people who are afraid of the ocean? I can't imagine. I love the water.  I love walking on the beach for hours with nothing to do but listen to the water. It sings to me, and I could never get tired of the way water sounds.

I'm pretty sure I get it from that lady who always wanted to stop and put her feet in every river and stream we passed during our long road trips.

That said, I went to the beach yesterday. Surprise!  Actually, yesterday I walked further than I've ever walked along the beach and I was exhausted and sore when I got home.

I walked out to this harbor inlet.  Then I walked all the way out to the end.  I did try walking on those enormous cement blocks for a while (where can I get me one of those?) but some of them were pretty far apart, and the holes between them are pretty deep.  I freaked out and had to get back on the path.

There were guys fishing out there. I thought maybe my daddy would like that. These guys all gave me funny looks as I passed by.  I guess maybe not a lot of people wander out to the end of their fishing spot like that. Or maybe just not a lot of females?

They were posing for me. I'm certain of it.

Not sure I will ever stop taking pictures of seashells on the beach.  There are so many of them. (Looks like I got my shadow in there too.)  I do, however, get tired of walking on enormous piles of them that hide under the water. Ouch.

One more picture because that seagull is adorable.