A Day at the Beach

Not quite a day at the beach. More like a morning at the place that resembled a beach. But, the sun was shining, the car horns were a distant sound and the dogs were able to play off leash. It's just a stretch of sand, less than 1 mile long, apparently popular with beer drinkers, as evidenced by the glass bottles strewn everywhere.

The "beach" is only a 20 minute drive from our apartment and not too far from Kyle's office. When you stand on the shoreline and look out to the horizon, you see a gigantic oil platform. Not quite the awe-inspiring view you usually get at the beach. I was more awe-struck, in a "holy-cow-that-is-so-close-to-the-shore-and-that-couldn't-possibly-be-good-for-the-environment" sort of way.

The rumor among ex-pats is that the water near the beach tested 500 times over the allowable limit for pollution. I'm not sure if that's correct or not, but at any rate, whenever the dogs got close enough to get their toenails wet, I yelled hysterically. No sense in having a paw melt off.

Here's a few shots of our beach.