Saturday afternoon brought extremely high tides - all the way up to the toe of the bluffs - driven by the nor'easter. On sunday morning I ran before the first vehicles raped the beach again and took lots of photos of the beach in the rare state of being a proper beach, devoid of ruts. However, as I returned the first vehicles returned. It's funny how everywhere else in the world we dream of smooth beaches and no-one ever plans a vacation to go and look at ruts.
The waves scoured deep pits around the big boulders:
and unusual swirls in the sand
Of course the storm brought up a lot of trash, since the oceans and seas of the world are now awash in garbage (apparently soon the weight of the plastic garbage will exceed the weight of the fishes) - but for once the trash wasn't generated by people driving on the beach (no driving was possible yesterday), and I didn't find it in the usual piles of fresh garbage, but instead individual items and fragments scattered randomly over the beach, left by the receding tides. It was very cold wet and windy so I had to leave most of the garbage for the days to come.
here are the tracks of the first beach rapist
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