As you can see, the sailboat from Delaware is no longer together; I wondered how they were finally going to get rid of the thing. One of the guys from the salvage company told me that because of the reef that it had run aground on, heavy equipment, either on a barge or ashore (picture a crane with a wrecking ball) was prohibited lest any more environmental damage be caused. I had forgotten, every fall at the beach the tides really pick up and there is trash and seaweed everywhere. Now that it's in pieces, the waves will continue to pound it until there's nothing left. As of last Saturday, it had been stripped of its name but was still intact; the final stage must have happened sometime last week.
The sky was beautiful but the water was not clear and actually kind of sudsy-looking; it didn't appear very tempting for swimming. The beach itself in large sections was littered with not only trash but unhatched sea turtle eggs; I saw two recently dug nests, but the season is winding down.
Speaking of fall, the fish have begun their migration down the East Coast, as this helpful sign from the park explains. And there were large schools of mullet, sometimes right off shore; and there were also many fishermen and women out, trying their luck. But I didn't see one person catch one fish.
In other news, I also finally resolved the front basket problem with my bike with some plastic washers from Home Depot and a spacer from my original inner axle, so it's secure and no longer rattles.
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