This past Saturday and Sunday, our niece played in a Sand Soccer tournament. After Saturday’s matches, my wife and I took a walk on the beach, in Huntington Beach, CA. Normally, you wouldn’t expect this to be a big deal, since we live only a 15-20 minute walk to the beach, and I walk on the pier, above the beach, nearly every week. But, it was a big deal because I HATE to have sand between my toes. Yep, I was a certified scuba diver, in the 1970s, and a wind-surfer, in West Africa, in the ’80s. I spent three years living on a 34-square miles island, swimming and diving almost daily. OK, it isn’t so much the sand between my toes — it’s more an issue with walking back home with all the sand in my shoes. I like to swim, dive, and look at the sea — I just don’t like the feel of sand, almost anyplace.
Enough of that. Carmen got me to walk along the beach, and this is some of what we saw.