The forecast for flying didn't look so great, so I opted to spend Easter at the beach. I drove down the coast south of Cape Canaveral and made a few stops, this was my first one. I kept picking spots out ahead that I thought I could get to, and figured I'd turn around when I felt about half-croaked, with a total of ten miles in mind. It was nice to be able to choose the firmness of the running surface by moving slightly left or right, and I did some of this in very shallow water. My right foot started bothering me a little shortly before I turned around, and by the time I was done, I was almost in post-Rogaine condition, with five blisters between the two feet. Haven't been doing enough barefooting lately. An excellent time, though, on a relatively uncrowded beach.
At a later stop, I spent maybe a half-hour in the water, not swimming in the Valerie sense, but bopping around in the surf and striving against the rip current, which fels like some kind of exercise. Delightfully warm water.
I saw a bunch of surfboards through the day, but none in use though the conditions looked good to me (but what do I know?). At a later stop, I finally spotted this guy, who seemed to have bad timing and got creamed an awful lot, but I finally got one good shot of him.