Start making plans for the International Coastal Cleanup on September 25th. A great weekend of fun punctuated by a morning of love on the beach. One clean up is already scheduled for Pier Park; We may have more. In the warm sun, along the turquoise water- you'll feel good inside and out-
Below is a guest post I was invited to do for the Daily Ocean. Of course, all of this post could apply to Tybee, or HH, if you like- So, get packing, and get picking!
What our beautiful Panama City Beach usually looks like, looking west, late Friday afternoons.
Hi Sara, and west coasters!
Today's word: Serendipity! I was looking forward to this posting, planning to get in a good beach walk (I usually am running, without a camera) Saturday morning. Friday afternoon I went across the street to see my neighbor, who is recovering from an emergency appendectomy. It was late in the afternoon, but I still had energy to burn, and from the looks of it so did her 10 year old daughter.
"Wanna go walk on the beach a little?" I asked innocently.
"I'll probably pick up a few bottle caps and plastic stuff...Is that OK?" I asked the mom.
"Sure..." groggily. They even had a Target bag right there in the trash can waiting to redeem its sordid existence, like a Quisling in reverse.
So off we trotted, trading our "good" flip flops for ugly, lest the flip flop beggars were on the prowl. We have a sad tween girl that occasionally makes forays onto the beach access to harvest cute size 8 flip flops, making the above precautions necessary.
"So which way?" I asked Marian, my young comrade in bag.
'That." pointing to the west, toward the only place some of you west coasters may have possibly heard of, Club La Vela (of MTV Spring Break fame.)
Immediately our search was rewarded by clear plastic bottle caps that I have previously identified as matching the water bottles given out by BP contractors to their allegedly spottily paid workers who roam the tideline like dispirited sand people.
Marian is great company, keeping up her end of the conversation so well I can concentrate of being as brain dead as I usually am by Friday afternoon.
"You know we should all come down here at the same time and EVERYONE pick up trash together!" says she.
Surprised-out of the mouths of babes, and all, I butt in,"What a great idea! On September 25th, "we're" going to do that. People from everywhere are going to go to their beaches and do exactly what we're doing right now." I put "we' in parenthesis because there is an ICC already scheduled for the Pier Park area, but I'd personally kinda like to do one here on "our" beach here on the east end. Any takers?
This "clean up" was totally impromptu-I had no thought for how long we'd be out. So when eco girl decided it was time to turn around and go home, (not long after picking up a dead chofer which had looked for all the world like the torn off corner of a plastic candy wrapper) I was OK with that. And our bag was full. There are county maintained blue trash cans on the beach where I could have dumped my trove, so to speak, but I'd already gotten the idea that this little trip could be my "letter to the other coast" so I wanted to take our goodies home to photograph.
Here, dear reader; our offerings to you. The fruit of about- yes, 20 minutes of walking (albeit after tropical winds spending a week in our Gulf) on about one half - three quarters of a mile of Panama City Beach, FL.