Aftermath

How depressing to walk down the stairs this morning and find that the usual way down to the beach had been replaced with a five foot drop. I had to walk through some bushes to get down there. (Nothing stops me) The whole bottom landing to the beach had been washed away. I guess someone is going to have to figure out how to re-establish the landing. A five foot jump down to the sand is not practical. But more tragic was to find my beautiful beach bench gone. Swallowed up by the water that BASTARD! I loved my bench. It was really more of a work of art than just a bench, but I guess nothing lasts. It couldn’t be tied down to anything so it always ran the risk of being temporary, but philosophy aside, I am still VERY upset. The water came up further than ever and it tore trees out by the roots, toppling them onto the sand. Root systems are now exposed and new treasures never before seen are also exposed. I found what I thought was an archeological dig! I uncovered a bunch of old-looking bottles and a horse shoe. I am not an expert on old bottles but I took a few with me and of course the horse shoe. I was kneeling down in the sand digging with an old spoon like some crazy person. I thought I was going to dig up a buried body at one point but it was just an old tire. The horse shoe is intriguing. I hope it’s a real artifact.