This morning, I walked a mile up the beach to the Jolly Roger pier.
Lots of the "lima bean" stones and small seashells. Got off the beach and went to Godwin's and bought the Raleigh News & Observer and Wilmington Star-News. Had to read about the deaths yesterday of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson as well as the basketball draft. About three good-sized cats lounging outside the door and it was alright to go inside barefoot. Definitely not you big box store.
On the way, I saw a lady digging near the base of a a sand dune and several people watching from a walkway. On the way back, I found that she was one of the turtle patrol and last night, a sea turtle had come ashore and laid a batch of eggs.
They will be hatching in between sixty and seventy days. A watch will be enacted after 52 days.
Sea turtles are very much a fabric of Topsail Island life. So far this year, there have been nine nests at Topsail Beach and 26 along the whole island.
As a matter of fact, Mom named the condo "Hatch Haven" because of the turtles. It was Andrea's suggestion, and just perfect.
Lovin' the Beach. --RoadDog
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