|A little crab watches me watching him from the safety of his hideout
Each Beachwalk is unique...
Eager to get back out to the beach to see what we might find today, we suited up as early as we could muster, considering that I'm still hobbling on crutches! But this gives me a purpose in my physical therapy. And the Sea Therapy for my mind is an added bonus!
We hoped to find mountains of sea glass, and maybe some other sort of treasure washed up onto the beach by the stormy waves. What we found was a lot of sand covering the rocky hiding places where we normally find sea glass... and a LOT of seaweed! Throw in a little bit of manmade jetsam and our beach pretty much looked like some lazy teenager's bedroom floor!
|Bruce wearing his Jibaro hat!
Bruce forged ahead while I gingerly picked my way through the carpet of seaweed drying in huge piles. It's tricky because in many places, what looks like solid sand is a layer covering a mat of seaweed. If I step too confidently on it, I sink down 3 or 4 inches, which causes me a good bit of pain. So my progress was very slow and arduous.
My recovery has been very frustrating in that I'm just not used to my body failing to respond as I would like. The strength in my hip, knee, ankle and foot is just not there, and it feels very awkward to try to walk normally and it just won't work. So, I hobble along, trying not to fall on my face, while sweat pours and my heart rate soars! I'm am amazed to check my heart rate on the FitBit after I'm done and see how high it can go with so little actual work! But, every day I'm getting a little more stamina and seeing an improvement in strength.
We found a good bit of sea glass, but not as much as I had expected. I did find a hack though. If I just stand on these rock piles, the waves will bring pieces to my feet if I'm patient. All I have to do is wait, then bend and pick them up. It's also very Zen, standing there. Still. Feeling the warm breeze on my face, and listening to the roar of the bay, and the clattering sound the rocks make with the retreat of each tumbling wave.
|Of course I amuse myself with whatever we find on the beach...