I admired the driftwood and picked a few shells for mementos. A horse who shall remain nameless made an unauthorized poop, and I pretended not to notice. It was below the high tide line. There were a couple of other horses on the beach and a few lonely manure piles discretely far away from the beach entry points.
|Other riders on the beach. Everyone was so friendly!|
|We have lift off!!!!!!|
|Mainely Gaiters, with AhD to the far right|
|Harold, did you enjoy this ride? You didn't get any sand in your britches this time.|